Cleaning herself up can certainly wait a little longer, if the intervening minutes are going to involve chamomile tea, and being on the couch with Rose. Pearl picks up one of the mugs and sighs as the liquid warmth goes straight to her bones. Cupping it with slim fingers, she folds herself cautiously onto the couch -- mindful of spilling -- and obediently puts one foot into Rose's lap, then the other.

Even though being fussed over is nice, some sort of perfunctory protest seems necessary, so she tries: "It's all right, really -- I am going to be getting wet again in the shower."