The girl reacted with obvious nervousness, wringing her hands before moving around fretting. "Curiosity is not a bad thing," Elsa said archly, her tone taking on the quality of one used to admonishing young people in such a way. It came so naturally to her she hardly thought about it. "Ask any questions you might have. I will not be offended." It was not until she had finished speaking that she realised what she had just promised. Questions led to answers, and in Elsa's case, there were few true answers to offer. Her strong sentiment about curiosity held true though, the notion that Roran ought to hold them in rankled. How could one learn about the world if they were not allowed to ask others?
Dipping the soap in the water she worked it between her hands, white foamy bubbles forming satisfyingly. Balancing the soap on her knees which were above the surface of the water, Elsa leaned her head forward slightly and started cleaning it. She had the luxury of being able to get it thoroughly clean and she was taking the opportunity. Her hair satisfyingly lathered, dark strands hidden, she folded her body and sank her head below the surface. It was still a vastly uncomfortable sensation, she had reason to guess that she had been in a shipwreck, and the impulses remained even though the actual memories were hidden from her. Quickly, as quickly as she could, she rinsed her hair and sat up again, lifting her hands to wring away the water.