A lady in the bath but a creep in the head.
It was true; his bath was large, and the woman was petite. If Fingon were inclined, he could easily fit himself in along with her, and not feel too pressed for space. And he had, in fact, fit in it with a much larger person as well. But that person he was not afraid to show his nakedness before—it would be unbefitting to do the same with a woman whose name he did not even know.
How did she find her way in? Fingon wondered once again. His guards must have permitted her access—and maybe his own memory was at fault, and this was someone he should have recognised instantly. The wife of a lord, or a daughter.
Adjusting his robe so it would not drag against the floor-tiles, Fingon moved to kneel alongside the tub, propping his arms against the rim. “I think that there are different rules to princes’ baths,” Fingon told her, and then he offered his own hand. “Let me see your fingers, and I will be the judge.” He smiled kindly. “Speaking of concern, you don’t seem bothered that I am in here. May I ask who granted you my space?”
Imbilincë flicked her gaze from her fingers to the face nearby, studying Fingon nearly as critically as herself. “The owner of the bath changes the rules for when to leave the bath?” she repeated, a dubious tone to her voice. Instead of smiling back, she lowered her arm to settle a wrist in his hand. If she seemed small from afar, the ease with which his fingers could wrap securely around the joint made her almost childlike.
"Of course I am not concerned to see you enter; I imagined this room must belong to someone, after all. I would have been concerned if nobody ever came back,” the Teler teased, voice lilting with a hidden laugh. Her head tilted towards him, cheek bent near her shoulder that shimmered damply. “Granted me the space? Nobody stopped me.”
Which of course was not the same thing, but it was the best response that the Ainu could think of under pressure. Ossë could hardly say that he had manifested within, had been unseen and only a scent on the air. It was easier to use vague statements and half-truths, and let the Noldo assume the empty spaces between.