Her hand stays steady, giving him the space he wants and needs to get his feet sure. The thin linen sheet over the wooden tub stops splinters from catching on bare skin, the scent wafting as they move the water.

Once he is steady, she drops down into the water briefly to catch a cup that bobs on the surface and fills it. Then up to his right shoulder, she tips it to run down his body. It's done with a nervous, giddy smile. Then repeats it on the other side so there was water mostly covering him.

It's then she settles to the task more seriously of getting the soap, and taking a deep breath, kneeling in front of him in the warm water. Her eyes nervous up, perhaps the idea from last night in her mind but - not right now. She has planned this since she understood as a young woman, beginning to rub soap into the back of his leg. One then the other, around and over from calf to shin, and then up to his knees. Her fingers are soft, but firm, aiming not to tickle but clean and relax him.

With a hand perched on his hip to steady herself, she swallows. Getting the nerve up, to look at him again. Wanted to make sure she hadn't done something wrong or upsetting. Remembering what he said about the kisses being too overwhelming anywhere sensitive, she instead leans to kiss his hip.

"Good? Feel nice?"