She drops her stance, smiling at the praise she receives and the promises of the future opportunity to hurt you, ignoring your own comment of making her regret the splash. When you give the half-elf her next set of instruction however she becomes less sure. Lelika dutifully obliges, pausing only to allow some of the water to fall from her body, but it is clear she is not convinced this will hurt any less than having her crotched scrubbed. She spreads her legs, stares up at the ceiling and, unsure of what to do with her arms, folds them across her belly.