It takes Pearl a moment too long to notice what's happening, and by the time she does, Garnet had bodily collapsed into the bath with a thunderous splash. Pearl's shoulders hike up through a wince, and she squawks out-- "Garnet!" -- before scrambling upright to help hoist her upper half out of the water.

"Oh my God-- Hang on--" Frantic fingers hook beneath the fabric of Garnet's shirt, untangling it from around her arms and shucking it to the floor with a damp slap. Garnet's face, as revealed underneath, is very, very wet, and very, very unhappy. Pearl winces again, hands clenching into little pleading balls in front of her chest.

"I'm so, so, so sorry. Are you all right?" Already she's reaching out, feeling the back of Garnet's scalp for sore spots with her fingertips. "You didn't hurt your head, did you?"