Harrow grumbles, a quiet and not at all actually grumpy thing. It’s *nice*, being wrapped up, face against clavicle with Gideon. For once, not because they’re trying to tear each other apart. But because Gideon is a stupid loyal perfect cavalier that Harrow categorically does not deserve.

Selfishly, she grumbles again and wriggles in closer, her small bony hands clutching at the front of Gideon’s shirt. Her mumble sounds like “you’d better” but it’s very muffled and carries none of her usual ice.