"Oof!" says Gideon, who was not expecting to be attacked by a high-velocity Harrowhark, and her abused solar plexus is making her all too aware that she still needs to be able to breathe. But her arms work independently of breath, or thought, apparently, because once she's regained her balance they've wrapped themselves around Harrow's narrow shoulders.

She's just glad Harrow waited until she'd put the sword down; it's probably considered amateurish to accidentally run one's necromancer through with the sword she just gifted.

"Thanks," she adds, because she's pretty sure you should thank someone when they've given you a present, especially if you've never had a present before, especially if the gifter in question would have laughed themselves sick at the idea only a few months before. "You did good."