The thing is, Harrow is a tyrant, and Gideon honestly prefers it that way. She doesn't need to make the decisions, she just wants to be involved if they're going to allow grievous harm to Harrow's body, or her own. She's not sure what she would do if Harrow suddenly started acting like...not Harrow.

Since that night in the lake, and even more so since they returned from the Ninth, Gideon has sometimes looked over at her adept to see Harrow watching her with a hunted expression like she has just been handed a precious egg for safe-keeping and is surrounded by egg-hunting snakes.

But it's fine. It honestly is. If Harrow could have scared her away from Harrow, she would have had to manage it a long time ago.

Gideon's gaze travels to the flower and back to Harrow's face, and she smiles in satisfaction. "You look pretty," she says, honestly.