The irony is not lost on Harrow, and it crinkles amusement around her eyes. She sighs, full of contentment and something else she doesn't dare name.

Her head lolls slightly as Gideon moves on to her back, the way she slouches making her shoulderblades prominent and the top of her thoracic spine stick out like a ridgeback lizard. All at once she grabs one of Gideon's hands and holds it out, spreading her smaller palm and thinner fingers against the cavalier's.

"Are you angry with me? For... separating us?"