"That would be nice, yes." Pearl sighs as Rose pulls away, her lips tingling pleasantly with the aftermath. Kissing Rose is like -- it dissolves every anxious, buzzing thought in her head, leaves her present in a world of sensation, a rare and tenuous state of being for her. Even this relatively brief kiss has left her with a sense of good-quiet, warm-heat. She takes Rose's hand, swinging her long legs off the couch and then pushing herself to her feet with a hint of unsteadiness. The brush of cool air against her skin through the open robe makes her miss being curled up next to Rose on the couch, already.

Maybe Rose will let her stay for a little while after her shower.