Roran was not aware of the dreams Elsa had been having in the least. Did mages even have dreams like everyone else? She knew that when she dreamed she went to the Fade and that mages could keep their consciousness in the Fade... so did that mean that they didn't dream?
The answer would have been obvious if Roran had known what had set Elsa on edge. She just chalked it up to being waken up from sleep rather than coming to normally. It seemed to Roran that the sudden change in consciousness startled Elsa more than she would have thought. Roran was so focused on Elsa's face that she wouldn't have noticed the woman's skin shifting had she not lifted her hand from the water.
Moving her gaze to it, Roran's mouth gaped slightly and she was stunned into silence. She was aware of Elsa's eyes turning to her face as the skin molted back to it's natural state and she did her best to wipe the expression of shock from her face. She'd never seen anything like that! A small part of her was afraid, but her curiosity pushed that to the back of her mind and a thousand questions popped into her mind instead.
She refrained from letting those spill out though, as she moved her gaze from Elsa's hand to her face, doing her best to return the calm smile though her heart was up in her throat. Whether from nerves or excitement she couldn't tell. Clearing her throat lightly she managed to make it sound a bit like a small laugh. "No, it's fine," she answered, shaking her head. "I'm sure you're very tired. I just didn't want you slipping under the water," she explained, giving her a more confident smile.
"I have some soap if you'd like it," she said, standing back up and going back to the wash station she'd set up in the other room. Grabbing the bar of soap, she did her best to break a small chunk of it off as she went back in the room with Elsa. Standing above the woman, but still somehow seeming very close to the same height as Elsa as she sat in the basin, she held out the small chunk for her.