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"Don't sound so disappointed," says Harrow, even though just then Gideon sounded anything but and all three of them know it. Her eyes still linger on Gideon's, uncertainty making the lines of her face look soft and almost tragically young beneath the lingering smears and smudges of paint. She looks away, finally, when Palamedes breaks back in with all his clinical brusqueness. His face is dotted with blood sweat, a burst vessel in his left eye staining the sclera a vibrant red, but there's little mistaking the relieved and triumphant expression he's wearing.

"That seems wise," Harrow says, echoing his smile with a flickering one of her own. "I'll note anything anomalous between now and then, and if an emergency arises...it's clear Gideon knows how to reach you." She hesitates. "Thank you, Sextus."