Gideon is in a much better mood than the one she was in when Harrow all but shoved her out the door earlier in the day. She knows Harrow probably won't be, but she feels a lot more equipped to handle that, now.

Tea. Meditation. Providing those things for others.

Harrow isn't much for tea or meditation, but that doesn't mean Gideon can't try to help her ease up. And maybe Gideon has a better understanding of just being nearby without actively doing anything, too.

(The rabbits were extremely helpful.)

Even the gloomy music currently blaring from the speakers doesn't dampen her spirits; she comes in and starts peeling off extraneous robes without waiting to see if Harrow will send her away again. "Hey, Harrow, I got you something."