Rose cants her head, tender yet unyielding in capturing Pearl's gaze. Around them there is only the whisper of waves and the hiss of ocean breeze, swirling through Rose's curls, teasing at the edge of her gown.

Through Pearl's timidness, Rose can see that gleam of earnest determination in her eyes. It doesn't dare to rise to the surface too often, yet it's her absolute favorite whenever it does. The way Pearl looks when she wants something-- when she's just about bold enough to demand it.

Just about.

"If you won't tell me, Pearl, I won't know," she gently coaxes, though of course that's a lie. Pearl's feelings are as readily visible as ink in a glass container. But a little push couldn't hurt, she doesn't think.