The hand on her shoulder is both the reassuring brace Gideon clearly meant it to be and also extremely infuriating. The stupid cav is still half-dead, and she's trying to be the protector still? Harrow is going to tie her to the bed to make her rest!
Harrow has to fight to not roll her eyes when Gideon tries to vocally intimidate the pack of soldiers. Hypocritical, maybe. Harrow lifts one thin hand to rest on top of Gideon's fingers, debating the relative merits of trying to suplex the cav in the awkward silence that follows.
She practically deflates with relief when someone barks for help. Another one produces a chair from God-knows-where and mumbles something about a stretcher as she tries to encourage Gideon to sit. In an uncomfortable realization, Harrow remembers that Gideon probably has no fucking clue where they are. "It's okay, Nav, sit." She will crouch down next to the chair like a perched crow, a hand on Gideon's knee.
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The hand on her shoulder is both the reassuring brace Gideon clearly meant it to be and also extremely infuriating. The stupid cav is still half-dead, and she's trying to be the protector still? Harrow is going to tie her to the bed to make her rest!
Harrow has to fight to not roll her eyes when Gideon tries to vocally intimidate the pack of soldiers. Hypocritical, maybe. Harrow lifts one thin hand to rest on top of Gideon's fingers, debating the relative merits of trying to suplex the cav in the awkward silence that follows.
She practically deflates with relief when someone barks for help. Another one produces a chair from God-knows-where and mumbles something about a stretcher as she tries to encourage Gideon to sit. In an uncomfortable realization, Harrow remembers that Gideon probably has no fucking clue where they are. "It's okay, Nav, sit." She will crouch down next to the chair like a perched crow, a hand on Gideon's knee.