It's been... a while, now. Maybe a few days. Or, actually, more like eight days and eleve hours. Steven's concern was the first voiced among them, but it had gripped Pearl immediately. The guilt, the self indignation, the shame—she'd let Jasper get to her, and had subsequently humiliated her to prove a point. She'd stepped on Jasper's ego to gratify her own—possibly undoing progress! And in front of the others, too. It was almost worse that they probably understood why.

"Oh, Steven," Pearl had said with mournful eyes, gently holding his shoulder. "I'll find her. I need to be the one who talks to her."

That was about four hours ago, back at the temple. She walked with light steps, on the tips of her toes, carefully scaling the edges of the various plateaus for better views, trying to find the estranged quartz soldier.

When Pearl finally spots her, thanks to...a pretty rowdy noise cue, her eyes widen—and she carefully leaps down, soundless, some meters away from Jasper. And she carefully approaches, not intending to impose, but also not wanting to sneak up on her.

"Jasper," she ventures with some hesitation, her voice gentle, her hands curled by her collar bones. She isn't sure what to say.

She doesn't have her guard down, exactly, but she doesn't want to set Jasper any further on edge than she already might be. She's also prepared to pursue her. She's...done this kind of thing more than once.

"I—we...need to have a conversation."