Bacopa doesn't struggle. She allows him to guide her hand, gradually getting more comfortable the longer he goes without hurting her. "Okay."

When he releases her arm, she moves her fist to give the underside of his neck a gentle love tap. "Here." She then moves to lightly press the heel of her hand against the underside of his nose. "Here." Then, the lightest touch of all, she brushes her fingers against his eyelid. "Here. Got it."

Now that she thinks on it, it makes more sense than just mauling his arm. She hadn't really been thinking when he grabbed her, only panicking. "Should I try to kick you, too?"