"Still thinking," she admits. Keeping it short, a close-cropped cap of black, has been both a tie to the Ninth as well as the best way of dealing with the mischief Ianthe wrought on her follicles. Changing seems impossible, but she's allowed herself to consider the possibility anyway; it could be another step forward, another marker of the kind of effort Gideon wants her to put in to make their time in Darrow a new beginning for them both. A smile flickers at the corner of her mouth, watching something similar blossom on Gideon's lips.

"And don't worry, I know what your vote is, Griddle."