It's like cuddling a radioactive bomb. Gideon's chuckle rumbles through her chest as the skeleton does their chores for them.

"Do you want me to move?" she asks, after a moment. Her own bed is perpendicular to Harrow's and as much as she'd hated the thought of sleeping at Harrow's feet before, she finds she no longer minds.

On the other hand, she's pretty damn comfortable right here.