Her vision is still swimming. But she can imagine that Harrow is probably crying and shaking and about to slap her. Just being an absolute mess about this, isn't she?

She feels that startle, and yeah, seems about right.

There's still a rattle to her breathing. Her flesh is still cold. But in her chest, a heart beats steadily. Her other arm reaches up and around Harrow to hold her.

"B-back... atcha... bitch..."