"Please sit." There are exactly two chairs; Harrow is not prepared for a dinner party.

She sets her journal down on the writing desk (it is massive, scrolltopped, and nothing like a raven). She smooths her gloved hands over her trousers.

Behind the veil, Harrow bites her lip. "It has not been long since I saw you, but the days were eventful," she begins. As an opener, she immediately regrets it.