They did it, they're out, they're alive. And they're naked together in a very large bath basin.

And Gideon won't stop petting her. Harrow squirms until her face is pressed into the seam where Gideon's neck meets her shoulder. She's warm, and alive, and smells like oil and ashes and blood.

"Well," she has to break up the silence or her mind will run away from her, "I didn't intend for every important conversation to happen submerged in water." But that's just the theme now, apparently.