Merla

Merla grips your cheeks tightly, digging her talons into your cheeks just below your eyes as she wipes your face. "Hold still so I can finish cleaning you. Why your mother insists I help you bathe was beyond my understanding, but it seems you can't be trusted with even the simplest tasks." As she finishes, she sighs, shooing you away. "Go finish the rest yourself. I have to check on dinner."