If they're playing the this is normal and expected game, Harrow will allow it. She will accept it; she will revel in it and quite happily remain in this particular bubble of hallucinatory comfort. She's not sure anymore if it's her mind creating it or something else, or if this place is real and it's giving her Gideon, or if—
She can't think about the last one yet.
The same way she can't think about how in her space Gideon has become. This is fine. It's fine.
"Yes. Fair. So if there is an armory I don't yet know about, and I need to find you, I will look there first," Harrow confirms. She's not going to laugh at the book title. She's not. She's keeping a straight face, even if it's hard not to let out a single chortle and an eyeroll. "Unfortunately, no bones. Just 'History of the Age, Abridged,' which is so long I fear the unabridged rendition, and 'Basic Principles of Fire Magic'—they don't seem to be very interested in flesh, bone and spirit here."
Her voice is not at all shaky because of the proximity, that's just ... that's Gideon's imagination.
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She can't think about the last one yet.
The same way she can't think about how in her space Gideon has become. This is fine. It's fine.
"Yes. Fair. So if there is an armory I don't yet know about, and I need to find you, I will look there first," Harrow confirms. She's not going to laugh at the book title. She's not. She's keeping a straight face, even if it's hard not to let out a single chortle and an eyeroll. "Unfortunately, no bones. Just 'History of the Age, Abridged,' which is so long I fear the unabridged rendition, and 'Basic Principles of Fire Magic'—they don't seem to be very interested in flesh, bone and spirit here."
Her voice is not at all shaky because of the proximity, that's just ... that's Gideon's imagination.