She nods and begins to transcribe the characters onto the strip of bone; it is narrow, a ribbon of osseous material, just wide enough for the vertical inscription.

Mindful of her ignorance of the language, Harrow imitates his writing as exactly as she can, in all of her brutal precision. She has to stop several times to reload the pen. When she finishes, she turns and looks at Wei Wuxian.

"Is it correct?"