"It's all right," says Harrow softly, reaching out to touch the Body's cheek again. It does not lean against her hand, but it accepts the touch--something her normal images do not.

"I'm rather used to it, actually, so I think the potential upset is worse for some others." She's gentle as she says it, avoiding yourself included outright, but--the sentiment is present. But then she gets existential: "Can one truly enjoy something that is not real once the bubble pops? Is it better to continue to soak in falsehood, or abandon the bath. Well, at least we have bathed."

She looks to the Body, who nods confirmation, as if she is used to giving Harrow her silent advice--and that part's the truth.