Gideon doesn't know who is responsible for this kid, but she wishes she could give them Harrow's great aunts' contact info. They could share action plans on crushing children's spirits or the most boring way to stay alive. "Body needs what the mouth wants," Gideon declares. Eating real food always does her good. It isn't the food's fault people keep murdering each other.

Her eyebrows rise. Mark that a 'yes' to the box marked adept. It isn't a hulking bone construct or a whole skeleton from a piece of bone the size of a grain of rice. It is, however, still connected to the kid. "Wow," Gideon agreed. "It's connected to the rest of your skeleton? If you learn how to use a rapier, you can be your own offhand weapon." She laughs. Offhand off her hand.