Modesty is not really something that ever really took root in Ilde's family, and in retrospect the Featherstonehaugh inability to really grasp the concept probably has more to do with what they are (here, in the water, the light reflecting like she's something precious) than the other posited theory that her father is an idiot and the weakness is hereditary. Whatever the reason, it doesn't immediately occur to her why exactly Allen is moving around and staring at her forehead; she studies him for a moment with a puzzled look that...clears, after a moment, and she bites her lip not to laugh at him.

(Her teeth, now she gives an opportunity to get a look at them, are wickedly sharp. Naiads, like mermaids, are predators.)

After a moment of watching the poor little thing clutch his pearls, Ilde makes a small concession in the form of an illusory white scarf wound loosely around her breasts and tied in a knot behind her; good manners, she thinks, should be encouraged and rewarded. That and if he chokes on his own tongue now, after all that, it'd be some kind of ridiculous.

(This sort of thing is how she gets to qualify for 'the nice one' while lurking in the water, thinking ill of humans.)

"In the river?" she clarifies a beat later, dragging her tail through the water and breaking the surface with her fins, just barely. "No. Sometimes."