With Striker gone, Solrina was left to her own devices until he came back. While it's true that he said not to wait for him in terms of making dinner, but the angel had a few things she wanted to do before getting dinner ready, like fixing her dress before she leaves.
The angel made her way to the attic, some doubt lingering in her body. While it's possible folks in the Wrath ring have sowing materials should clothes get scuffed and tattered, Solrina wasn't so sure if Striker would have white fabric lying around in his house.
Entering the attic, the first thing she noticed was the dust. You can't have an attic without dust scattered all over the windows, furniture, even the boxes and picture frames weren't safe from the dust's assault. Walking in the angel wondered how the cowboy didn't break out into a sneezing fit when he was up here and if he did, she wondered how she didn't hear it. If she had to guess she could bet it was an adorable sounding sneeze. 'Focus Solrina!'
The next thing she saw was a multitude of boxes that laid out on the floor, potentially holding old clothes, photographs, and even toys from the cowboy's childhood. Oh, the temptation to look through the boxes to see pictures of Striker as a baby lingered in the angel's brain, but Solrina was there for one thing and one thing alone! 'Those pictures might be the last thing you see when you die, Solrina,' the angel thought to herself, knowing confidential stuff like this could land her in hot water in Hell, especially in the Wrath ring. Then again, she wasn't sure if Striker could kill her; fallen or not she's still likely more powerful than he is.
The last thing she noticed was a big box that laid wide open with it's contents spilling out of it. The contents being fabric and loose cloth of various colors, white included! Upon closer inspection, the inside of the box had pins and needles needed for sowing tucked into a little tumbler in the shape of a tomato. The angel beamed with glee but then scoffed; Striker knew he had these things the whole time!
'Cheeky devil,' she thought as she gathered the fabric and needles. Once she has all that she needed, she walked out of the attic and into the living room where her dress lied on the couch. Looking at her dress, the angel realized she had more work than she thought. Not only did the hellkins tear through the fabric, but they also got it a lot dirtier than she thought. Thinking on it now, she thought she saw a washboard up in the attic. 'Maybe I should check again."
Before she knew it, Solrina had started doing tasks around the house just to get her dress ready. First she patched the tears in her dress with the fabric and needles from the attic. Once the dress was patched up, she proceeded to scrub the dirt and grime from it with the washboard she found. Since she had the washboard out, she decided to wash a few of Striker's garments before hanging the clothes out to dry. It was here that she discovered that living in Hell had it's perks; your clothes get so much drier faster than on Earth or in Heaven! Though it'd be wise to keep an eye on the clothes otherwise they might catch on fire. The angel learned that the hard way when her dress nearly combusted, thankful that she wouldn't need to wash it again.
With her dress fixed and cleaned, the angel thought it was high time she got cleaned up herself; no point in wearing something clean if you're covered in mud and manure. Before she could made her way to the bathroom, she opened the linen closet in search of soap and a towel. Grabbing a towel was the easy part, grabbing a bar of soap on the other hand... She would have preferred a scent that was more feminine but the soap Striker had would have to do. Hopefully the cowboy wouldn't mind if she used his soap this once.
Now that she was equipped with everything she needs for a bath, it was time to prepare it. A quick turn to her left and she was back in the bathroom she hyped herself in. She placed her clothes and the towel on the shower rack before going to the bathtub, no point in them getting wet. Once they were hanged, she sauntered over to the bathtub and turned the water on, steaming hot of course. Since it would take a while for the water to rise, she figured she'd check the damage done this day. Looking at her reflection she noticed her hair was out of place, her entire body (clothes included) had bits of mud and slump, and her skin was slightly burned by the Wrath ring's scorching suns! Despite looking like the day kicked her behind, a soft laugh escaped the angel; all in all today was a good day and now she was going to be refreshed with a nice bath.
At least that's what she thought; as soon as the tub was filled with water, she was greeted with the sight of water that looked more like acid than water. As if that wasn't unsightly enough, the smell was by far the worst thing the angel has smelled. She couldn't believe Striker was living under these conditions! Oh, but she didn't have time to fix the pipes at the moment; she'll just have to use it for now.
With a soft prayer, her hands started to glow and extended to the pipe and the water. While the pipe remained unaffected by the angel's power externally, the abilities have changed; now whenever the tub was going to be used clean water will come out. As for the water that was already dispensed, it started to change from it's acid like appearance to a much cleaner version of itself, the smell even vanishing from the room.
Now that that's out of the way, she can finally get herself cleaned up and after that, preparing dinner for her and Striker. The sound of her clothes hitting the ground and her body splashing the water echoing in the bathroom.