She frowns, but it is what she would do. She doesn't have a leg to stand on. "Hold on--I have already ruined one set of your robes." She reaches out her hand.

Quickly, before it can set into the fibers, Harrow skeletonizes the blood, leaving a rusty powder on the front of the robe. "I have tried not to damage the fabric, but it takes a great deal of precision."