Harrowhark is a spoiled, uppity brat who thinks she deserves everything! Obviously! She sighs heavily.
"Fine. Stay awake and I won't." She has a feeling Gideon will, though. There's strength returning to her even in the moments between speaking. So Harrow lets herself stay tucked in against the larger girl's side, pressing their blood-slick tangled hands to the underside of her chin like Gideon's arm is a stuffed animal.
She wants to say more. Wants to lecture Gideon for what she did, wants to ask her what she remembers, if it really was Gideon standing there with her, holding her arms up and fixing her stance. If she had any thoughts at all, while enmeshed with Harrow... but she doesn't. She's too scared to know the answer.
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"Fine. Stay awake and I won't." She has a feeling Gideon will, though. There's strength returning to her even in the moments between speaking. So Harrow lets herself stay tucked in against the larger girl's side, pressing their blood-slick tangled hands to the underside of her chin like Gideon's arm is a stuffed animal.
She wants to say more. Wants to lecture Gideon for what she did, wants to ask her what she remembers, if it really was Gideon standing there with her, holding her arms up and fixing her stance. If she had any thoughts at all, while enmeshed with Harrow... but she doesn't. She's too scared to know the answer.