Katara couldn't help but laugh very little, even if she didn't approve completely with what was going on. After all, hurting Negi was never really what she set out to do, just making sure he got clean. She had striped down to her white underclothes, and just to make sure he didn't the water too hard, she brought up her hands and had the water practically caress the little boy into itself before lightly launching him back towards her, floating him on the waves as if it were the red sea and the water was completely made of salt.

When he reached her, Katara playfully hugged Negi and then she turned him to wash his back, looking up at Asuna. "You get his body, I'll get his hair, okay?"

Luckily for him, Katara would be nowhere near as rough as Asuna.