Harrow scrubs harder at her own skin until it blossoms red from the exfoliation. The sound of that grunt sounds like a door closing, and it makes ice grow around her heart. Sure, they've come so far in their relationship and sure they need each other, but that's not the same as... it was stupid to hope.

She glances over her shoulder and feels her lungs clench down around her heart. She impatiently rips off her wet underclothes and slides forward to the pool set in the tiled floor. She slides under with a soft sound and sinks to the bottom, sitting there, hugging her knees and brooding.

Harrow stays underwater for a nearly worrying amount of time. She isn't trying to drown herself, but she could be mistaken for such.