Still kneeling, the water now up to her armpits and causing her round breasts to bob upon its surface, Jhessail lifted on her haunches, thrust her chest forth, and tilted her delicate chin up high and far back, all as if surrendering herself to the elf across the lion-legged copper tub.  "I will confess to maidenly flush and feelings of shyness at so handsome an elf, m'lord, yet how could I resent that which feels so...ahhh," failing to find a word for the sensation of the elven fingers and cherry-blossom soap scrubbing her body, the blonde settled for letting a series of heavy sighs escape quivering lips grown pink with the warmth. "...so cleansing, so cathartic, as if my fears for my life and body are also being washed away. And how could I deny either to the man who means to protect them." Her left hand slid down from the tub edge, palm pressed hard against the side as if the girl were having to channel some overpowering feeling by pushing outward. Her hand slipped under the surface with no splash at all, moving as if to rest on Dev'lan's hip. It never reached it, for a moment later her fingers had begun to curl around the masculinity whose excited state had been so visible when the elf cast off his garments minutes before. "Oh," she giggled under her breath and blushed, "Forgive me, m'lord, I failed to think upon the places your body reaches which mine does not, and how much closer it makes yours to mine."