Harrow tilts her head slightly, wet strings of hair falling against her cheek as she watches Gideon turn. Did she look... shy? That's not something she's ever seen before. She isn't sure how she feels about it.

It motivates her to not be shy herself, at the least. She takes up the soap and lathers it into Gideon's hair, massaging it into her scalp. She drags fingers backwards through shorter hair, keeping the suds away from her face, and for the indulgence of touching.