Harrow has her own fears about the future, but she has not seen the bone construct that terrifies Gideon. And there's really only one dream she has anymore.

(I dreamt that I was perched atop a throne of human skulls
On a cliff above the ocean, howling wind and shrieking seagulls)

"We are the greatest necromancer the Ninth has ever produced, and the greatest cavalier," she says, as much a declaration of intent as a statement of ego. "I do not fear."