At the sounds of movement, Pearl cracks an eye open, only to see empty air where, moments ago, a huge orange wall of quartz had been.

"Jasper?" She says, sitting up a little, brows knitted with confusion. Gone. Hm.

Pearl has to push down a queasy feeling gripping her chest, one that she can't quite nail down the source of. Maybe it's guilt. Maybe it's just that, somehow, it's even more anxiety inducing to know that Jasper is riled and lurking somewhere nearby than it was to have her occupying the literal same room.

Regardless, Pearl can't resist the urge to sleep any longer. Despite feeling so ill at ease, after a few minutes she concedes to put her head down, and is almost immediately out cold.