Yes, well, Harrow isn't doing her best thinking right at the moment.

She returns to alertness at the hair lathering, blinking and mumbling. She seems to realize all at once that she's sitting on Gideon and that she should be embarrassed about that, so she lets the water help her bob off and onto the bench beside her fussing cav.

The suds fall onto her shoulders in a rusty brown foam and Harrow frowns at them. "Eugh."