It's much wider than she had started, spreading her open more completely to his gaze and the little nervous twitch runs up her limbs, her fingers curling up in nerves beside her to hold her courage in place.

But she nods, slowing her breath down to try and calm herself to the time of that inhale, exhale. It was just cleaning her up like he asked. What harm could it do? This is what the bathing ceremony was supposed to be, after all, a way for the new couple to see each other, begin touching without a rush into anything. It was just... happening out of order.