No, she didn't need to tell her how. She knew how, too well, just as she knew what she was - though she had thought she'd escaped it. That she'd changed.
Thinking was a moot point however.
Allowing Orla's hand to guide her, she moved it over the other woman's skin, softly caressing her stomach, her thighs, the space between. She knew how to get a woman off, knew that there were fairly fast ways of doing it.
At least the woman hadn't requested something mutual, yet at least. She would work quickly.
Moving through the haze of her thoughts, she moved her fingers to softly caress her clit, moving it in tiny circles, trying to adjust the pressure after the sound Orla was making. Not too easy with her mind being so foggy, though, luckily, her body remembered more than her mind was able to supply her with right now.