Lion Head Mesa purgatory

She had been accepted. Oh, the weight that slid from her shoulders!
Thank you, Your Highness, you will not regret it, and she pauses to think for a moment about what title this gracious Queen preferred for herself. oh, if I may ask, w-what title would you prefer to be referred with? I am Jendayi, but most people just call me Inji, a paw raises to brush against the dust-covered fur of her chest. How horribly she needed a bath — how had it taken her so long to notice? The offering of such is graciously taken with a cheek-to-cheek, tired grin.
My family have done many things for many packs, a thoughtful expression graces her pointed face as the nerves give way to excitement. I have been a bather, a nurse, and a food-server before, mostly. Some pupsitting here and there. I come from a line of skilled, uhm, escorts, too, this part comes softly, as if it is forbidden. She thinks particularly of her aunt, and the antics she would put herself up to in order to score a warm place to sleep, or perhaps a scrap of food. But that is not something I have experience with. Yet, at least, if that is a practice that would... be of use, here?