Fuck you for knowing her and fuck you for thinking it, Nav!

Harrow presses her face against a less-gory part of Gideon's chest, feels ten thousand pounds lift off of her when she feels and hears that heartbeat. In her relief, rage rises back up. She lifts herself onto an elbow to see Gideon's face. Blood and sweat and tears all mingle on her face, naked and unpainted, and a bloody hand slaps Gideon across the mouth.

It has very little force to it, comparatively, but it's still a cruel thing when Gideon is in such a state and Harrow knows it. "You! Selfish! Cad!"