Hey, woah, what? Harrow blinks like a startled cat as she's drawn in by wonderfully dense biceps and held close enough to Gideon that she can feel their chests touching. Her face heats from the neck up.

Something about being mutually submerged in a pool has her feeling the same vulnerability all over again.

Of all the things in empire, Gideon starts to apologize and Harrow goes limp as a dead thing. "What?" She asks, deeply incredulous. "Please... don't." She doesn't want apologies! "What are you on about, Nav?"