Gideon being thrown off-balance immediately makes Harrow feel more stable, even if the thundering of her cavalier's guns is still deafening.

"I am practicing a thalergic weave for opening a portal from one place to another," she says, as if this is a very ordinary thing to be doing. "I did not intend to come upon you."

Phrasing, Harrow.



"Your face is more than adequate," she adds, after a moment. "Thank you."