undonewithout

Harrow seethes on her side of the wall, pacing the few steps she's able to take within her little self-imposed cell. "I'm still not getting in that water. There's no point to it, and if you used what little brain you have, Griddle, you'd see that too."

She sits, folding herself up into a small black bundle on the tile floor and glaring in the direction of her cavalier. The bone may be opaque, but Harrow can still sense Gideon's presence on the other side, steady and patient.