Still up on her toes, she leans into the kiss with that new bravery that she knows, now, he likes. Tilting her head to lean with it, her palms smoothing across his shoulders as she goes to the task of truly learning him. Feeling him. Figuring out how to be with one another. Her body warm from the hot water, as her breasts brush his chest with proximity, so there is no mistaking the shiver for anything other than appreciation.

But she knew better now, how he riled quickly, so she stops before it goes further to move on. Her fingers ran down his body with a particular reverence, still new, and shy for it, but the same care as she took him in - then reached for his breeches to slowly undo them. Swallowing, she looked back up, slowly forming the words and how best to translate them.

"... Bride and... Groom... do... do together. Wash each other skin, being... being caring... to know one another. Show... care... care for each other. All parts. Both... in vow... in front of others, and when... private. Take care of you, know you, as only.. us. That my hands will tend you... my... heart... is open to you, am for you vulnerable, and no other."

She had run it over and over with her tutor, to learn it as perfectly as she could. Even so, the nerves made her stumble. But at least she could keep busy as she undid the lace, pulse thudding in her heart.