Kreyu still feels a bit flustered, which is ridiculous. "I only did what anyone ought to have done," she replies.

She dips the rag in water again, wrings it out. She knows, of course, that people DON'T always do as the ought to; she's not THAT innocent as to the nature of humankind.

She takes the cloth, wipes his collarbones. "I was lucky too, finding you. Someone else might have taken advantage of my kindness." Or tried too, at least. Kreyu IS a dragon, after all, far stronger than the normal human woman she often appears to be.