Amita shifted back a bit as he reached for her normal hand, still a bit wary of him. But he took it gently enough, and she was fairly sure they wouldn't have a repeat of earlier. She was nervous about wading deeper, for she had never been taught to swim. She followed after him haltingly, not knowing if she could trust him not to let her drown if they went out too far.
Her programming willed her to trust him though, conforming itself to the new set of circumstances. She didn't fight the programming, and so slowly began to trust him, letting herself be pulled without any resistance.
With the water up above her breasts, Amita began to panic slightly, her breathing and heart rate increasing. Her right arm was held over her head completely, trying to stay out of the odd-feeling water. A tingling at the back of her neck warned not to go deeper, for the ports were unprotected and would malfunction if flushed with that much liquid.
Both eyes blinked a bit when he rinsed her cheek, head tilting slightly as she watched him. She finally realized what that consistent sound had been. It was him, purring it seemed.
The mechanics in her brain whirred for all of a split second, and decided the sound was nice and comforting. She should like it, and calm.
And that she did, the panic receding in time for him to begin undressing her.
Confused, she watched his hands at first, not entirely sure what he aimed to do. She normally did not have to take it off, and her master never had either. Any time she might need to go to the restroom, she could just as easily tear it open and have it reknit, rather than take it off completely.
Realizing that was indeed what he was doing, she had to twist her metal-adorned arm akwardly to get the strap off without dunking it into the water. Once completely undressed, she felt her most deadly arm calmly placed upon his shoulder. She blanched at this. Didn't he know she could now take his head right off??
Didn't he realize that....
That....
....
The thought just floated away, and she frowned slightly, brow pulling together. She had just completely lost what she was thinking about...
She never did like it when that happened, and for it to happen so soon after...
The washing resumed, and her attention shifted. She bowed her head a bit as her hair and face was wetted, blue shutting defensively. "Um..." She started softly, the earings on her jingling lightly as he rubbed them with water. It made a strange tickle run down her spine, and unsure whether to like it or not, she half-heartedly ducked away.
"I'm Amita..." She answered finally, and it was a much more submissive and quiet tone than she had used before. All the hostility had just...drained away.
For now at least.