Betony Rue was not exactly what could be called a tidy person. She knew where everything and had a form of organization but the overall effect was that of cluttered items. Knitting needles, crochet hooks, thread, yarn, occasional impromptu medical supplies, though most of those she kept out of sight in a drawer.
She was however, clean. Even while living in a cave, or perhaps it was a cabin, Betony Rue had scrapped the encrusted blood from a great stone table and cleared the excess intestines from surfaces before putting them in a pot for that day's stew or preserving them for latter use if the organs were poisonous.
In any case she had made it part of her routine now to have a time during the middle of the day to clean. Since there were no others around at the time, all others having proper jobs, she felt safe letting the children help in the house proper. It was a risk but it allowed them an outlet for some of the energy that had started to build up.