Pear thinks that the trickle of shower water off her naked skin must be soaking Rose's clothes through, but they're clearly both beyond caring. The thought is detached, distant, and with an effort she lets go of it, focusing instead on being present in her body. Here with Rose. The shaking of her hands slowing. Her rattled breathing smoothing out. Being held, like this -- it's like, well, it's like maybe she doesn't have a ton of descriptors for it. Almost how her body feels when its dancing, a kind of unearned grace. Rose's endearments, her praise, a soothing pour of honey over the raw confusion of her emotions.

This is fine. She was trying her best and maybe it just wasn't right but they're fine: everything's fine.

A shaky sigh brushes Rose's shoulder. "I don't know what...happened?" Muffled, her voice lilts up at the end, almost a question. In case it wasn't clear, she hastens to add, tripping over her own words, "I was having fun."