"Okay." Pearl falls silent and just breathes for a little bit. Unexpectedly a quiet warmth blooms in her chest. Startling delight, perhaps just relief, or something inexplicable like joy. To have had all of herself laid bare before Rose: to have survived it. After a moment she squirms, and turns her head to bravely dare a kiss of her own, just above the curve of neckline. The corners of her lips quirk up as she mouths briefly at bare skin.

"I did like it when you..." Oh, she's flushing again, she knows it. "Turned the showerhead on high."