It feels like crossing another bridge together, the way Gideon leans into her hand and allows Harrow to hold her up. A sign of trust that banished her previous fears about not being forgiven.

She carefully rinses red hair with passes of clean fingers, careful to keep water out of the other's eyes and ears. When she deems Gideon well enough rinsed she settles her other hand behind the cavalier's head and smiles down at her, lowering her own face until their brows and noses slot together, frontal sinus to frontal sinus.