Oh that... that's good. That's really good.. That's good in a way Gideon hadn't realized good could be. She exhales shakily, wishing that this weird, surreal moment of warmth and gentleness could never end. If you told her they had both died in that courtyard, and this was their reward, she'd probably be OK with it. She means to mumble some thanks, but what comes out instead is a soft, "oh."