Harrow turns and starts to sit up as Gideon comes into the room, moving the pillows so she can lean against them more comfortably, folding herself in a little to give Gideon more room--ignoring the fact that in a bed this large, that's an unnecessary concern. She gives her cavalier a look at the comment, picking up the mug with as much grace as she can manage. "I am still working my way up to strong flavors, you know this."

Gideon steps onto the bed, jostling it, and Harrow holds tighter to her mug. "Why do you always do that?"