With Jean's legs pushing between hers, giving them the contact they need. Anna kept their legs touching.
"Lyin' 'bout what?" She asked, before following Jean's gaze. Where it stopped made her blush! Why? Just...why? "No, I wasn't." Closing her legs awkwardly, she continued to wash her body and tried not to blush anymore.
"No, I'm okay." She replied automatically, shrugging off the help. She had hands! Unlike Jean, who was using her TK.