Gideon looks dizzy down to her very soul. Harrow worries at her lip in sympathy, watching everything that's being done to her cavalier with hawklike intensity. Her thin fingers tighten their grip.
"I'm here, Gideon. I'm not going to leave you. We're on His Kindly Majesty's ship. These officers are going to make sure you're stable, and then we're going to get cleaned up."
Her voice is softer than it has ever been, reassuring but confident. She declares her intent with a purposeful stare at the Second Officer who is shining the penlight and receives a crisp nod that she takes as agreement.
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Gideon looks dizzy down to her very soul. Harrow worries at her lip in sympathy, watching everything that's being done to her cavalier with hawklike intensity. Her thin fingers tighten their grip.
"I'm here, Gideon. I'm not going to leave you. We're on His Kindly Majesty's ship. These officers are going to make sure you're stable, and then we're going to get cleaned up."
Her voice is softer than it has ever been, reassuring but confident. She declares her intent with a purposeful stare at the Second Officer who is shining the penlight and receives a crisp nod that she takes as agreement.