Rose is being remarkably proper about this whole thing, and Pearl feels a little sheepish for having had even one inappropriate thought to the contrary. No: Rose is just caring for her with all the extraordinary depths of sweetness she's capable of. That assurance relaxes her enough that she leans into the towel-rub with a small noise of pleasure, enjoying the way it returns the circulation to her shivering skin. When Rose's lips brush briefly full and soft against her nose it feels just right, a feeling that settles calm to the bottom of her belly and makes her tilt her chin up with a fond smile. Pearl's warm now, through and through.

"I missed you too -- it's been a long week. A cup of tea sounds wonderful, thank you."

Drawing the towel about her, she takes a step, reaching for the robe.