Gideon offers to shave her head, the sound of it abrupt and a little hurried to Harrow's ears. She bites back another barb, a reminder that the razor isn't sharp enough to cut my throat, Griddle or a sniping is this the precious cav duty you were so eager for? She tries, belated as it is. As the clippers turn on, buzzing low, Harrow bends her head forward and closes her eyes.