Yes.

Before she could protest, the girl touched her back with fingers full of cool, slick ointment, and it aroused a sensation that reminded her of the slimy saplit. Vivia grimaced, but allowed her to continue, not wanting to seem rude toward someone who was helping her..

However, she couldn't help but take note of her lack of a shirt, and wasn't completely comfortable standing with only a small cloth wrapping to cover her breasts. Nevertheless, she stood as still as she could, leaning forward slightly as her back was painted with a pale-green balm that certainly felt like it helped. The girl's fingers soon traveled lower, and she made a thoughtful noise, pausing in her ministrations.

“It seems the saplit affected more than just your back,” she said from behind.

Vivia's face went crimson as she realized just where the balm needed to be applied. The girl's fingers became rather exploratory, delving behind the waistband of her breeches, which would surely be noticeably wet if one looked as close as she would if she continued any further.

“Uhh...” the Rogue noised, inching away from the girl's touch hesitantly. Was the balm that important? Could she simply apply it herself?