Harrow returns, sans cavalier, but having added a jacket to her ensemble. It is leather, and as such, responsive to her powers, which is reassuring.

"She is still asleep," she says, with an indulgent rolling of her eyes. "But the last few days have been terrible for her. I have been here long enough to have recovered some of my equilibrium, but for her it was all only yesterday."

"Shall we?"