She surfaces with Harrow and wastes no time in looping her arms around her and pulling her close. The water here is warm, and fresh, and nothing at all like that cold pool in Canaan House, but she can't help but be reminded of the night that feels like yesterday to her. Distantly she wonders how long it's really been.

Instead she presses her own head to Harrow's and whispers, "I'm sorry. Harrow, I'm so sorry."