Harrow leans forward and sets her mug on the table, moving unhesitantly back to her prior place at Gideon's side; not an answer in words, but the start of a reply all the same. She takes another breath, her face burning, a twist low in the center of her that's something other than disgust or discomfort at its heart.
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Date: 2021-09-20 06:40 pm (UTC)"You can kiss me."