"You just had brain surgery, Nonagesimus.  Questions can wait." With a weary sigh, Gideon hauls herself up off her kitchen floor and walks out of the room in the direction of her bedroom like she expects Harrow to follow her.  "You can take my bed," she says, entering the room and heading for the dresser.  "I don't have blankets or anything in the spare room but I can get you set up for tomorrow. Though you'll probably have a place of your own if you want it." She grabs a t-shirt and a pair of sweats that are a bit snug for her and, after a moment, a hoodie and socks too.  "You can wear these to sleep in."