That is the question, isn't it. And it pains Harrowhark like no other; it pains her that she does not have an answer, that she cannot fathom an answer, because while she and Sextus and maybe even Tridentarius, at some point (Harrow must admit that Ianthe is many things but one of them is actually a talented necromancer) may have come up with a solution for Lyctorhood together at some point ...

This isn't it.

This is not actually even close.

"Must you make everything so salacious?" is what she says instead of admitting that she has no clue, at least not at first. "It's an oath, not a hint at debauchery, Lord I have no idea what to do with you sometimes—don't make any suggestions," is her wise quick follow up.