Gideon has never held, or been held, except in moments of violence. But she had fiction, at least, to instruct her, and she knows how a god damn cuddle works. So that put her ahead of Harrow, and therefor winning once again. She shifts a little, trying to get comfortable against the sharp angles of her necromancer, until finally settling down with her chin resting on Harrow's head.

"I know and you're welcome. It's call a metabolism. Living humans have them."