Lenore's fingertips brush very briefly over her captive's wrist, noting the raw skin from the unpadded metal cuffs. "I'll bring a salve for that when I come back," she promises, rising to her feet and leaving the other keys where they are, so that Nightie can do her own figuring out which of her chains it unlocks, now that she has one hand free to do so. Lenore doesn't want to be in the cage with all Nightie's limbs free until after she's partaken of the current round of gifts, skin clean and belly full from the (still modest, for now, still enough to leave her hungry) portion of stew, to take down that savagery another notch. "For now, I'll give you some privacy to clean up. Take your time. I'll be back in another few hours."

Letting herself back out through the cage door, Lenore leaves her alone with the hot water and stew. She's aware that two buckets will end up being scant provisions for washing away that level of filth, but it should certainly be enough to deal with the worst of it.