I don't think anyone could pee a small enough amount to make her a pee-soaked hat right now, and anyway, she is doing a pretty good job at not being distracted by shiny things. Because she is a fairy, not a goblin.

Molotov's teeny little body is not currently suited to handling more than one or two emotions at a time, and love suddenly floods her when she hears his confession. So she emerges from the dangling crystals to hover just outside of his reach, sparkling dust going everywhere as she tinkles on about needing him to promise he won't trap her.