Si, calming smiles would help little if the girl had really witnessed what had occurred, and Elsa was sure she had - she had caught the lingering shock passing over the smooth face. The sentiment in itself didn't bother her, Elsa herself was rather shocked at the realisation that she could turn her skin into stone, but she was aware that in the mind of a stranger, one who was most probably unused to magic, the questions or fear could fester quickly. To Roran this was probably a revolting show of strange power, much like the odd farmer who had seen her do similar things had reacted. To Elsa herself, it was a facet of her personality, her very being, revealed.
Retaining that calming smile, as if Roran was a startle child rather than a confident young woman, Elsa nodded. "That was considerate of you," she said, making sure her voice was warm and thankful. Accepting the soap, which smelled like it was made locally - which was fine, Elsa herself didn't smell of roses however much she wanted to - Elsa studied the girl's stance. There was a note of curiosity in her bright eyes, a hint of something that Elsa could not quite make out, but which made her ask a question that even surprised herself. "You look like you have questions for me?" It was no more out of her mouth than she realised it was true, and dimly she wondered if she perhaps had worked with children before. Either way, the words were out, and although they were kind, Elsa wasn't especially; she was cursing herself silently for even giving Roran the chance of finding out more about her.