When Harrow bristles, Gideon wishes immediately for her sword. She realizes in a horrible, stomach-lurching moment, she has no idea where they are, or what the circumstances of her resurrection. Did Harrow steal her corpse? Is Harrow in trouble?

She puts a hand on her shoulder. Freshly dead or freshly alive, she's the cavalier here. If there's gonna be violence, it's going to be on her.

"Back off," she growls with a ferocity she doesn't feel. It's enough to get the officers to blink, but that's about it.

There's a tense moment of silence until one finally calls out, "Fetch a flesh magician, she's still bleeding!"