She looks back at Gideon when she appears in the doorway, cups of tea in her hands and a sword at her hip. It settles her in a way she can't examine too closely, not right now, and as she steps into the small room and sets the cup down on the edge of the bath, Harrow turns slightly, reaching for the bottle of bath oil. Silently, she pours a capful in, weighing the question, and her answer to it.
"Not tonight," she says, her cheeks warming. "Sit in the same place, but you can leave the door open."
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Date: 2021-07-15 12:47 am (UTC)"Not tonight," she says, her cheeks warming. "Sit in the same place, but you can leave the door open."