"We can do how later," says Gideon, assessing the damage, ignoring the fact that Harrow just vomited blood on her nicest pair of jeans.  "Are you...okay.  Fuck.  This is going to suck." She can see Harrow's body healing and grasping around the blade which is...clearly getting in the way.  Gideon gulps a breath, pulls Harrow in as close as she can against her side, wraps her hand around the hilt and pulls...