She takes his offered hand, squeezes it gently. "I think we can keep our wings dry, but if it turns out we can't, I will gladly help you preen."

She leads him over to a small side pool and moves some low branches aside to reveal a basket packed with scraps of linen and a small tin. She opens the tin and a smell that seems strangely familiar hits his nose, soap scented with cinnamon. She flushes slightly. "I don't usually go all the way into the pool, not for every day bathing, but I wanted to catch your attention."

She takes one of the pieces of fabric, wets it in the water, and then applies some of the soap to it. It will be easy enough to clean up, she thinks!