[ Intelligently, Lucina remains propped close to the lip of the basin a moment longer, waiting to see if Connor will respond. And he does! Just... not in the way she was expecting. A familiar voice pops up behind her and Lucina's reaction is so visceral, so immediate, that she whirls around and - bangs her knee, quite hard, on the corner of the tub. Her expression contorts just so, eyes widening, and it takes all her composure not to instinctly favour the knee. ]

Connor.

[ Some of the hair framing her face drips suds. It is the epitome of dignity and refinement, truly. ]

I - Ah, apologies. My watch slid off my wrist and into the sink, and I wasn't anticipating your quick arrival...

[ she's a mess ]