Gideon raises an eyebrow. "You can have a bite of my grain wrapped protein on a stick if you want," she offers. It isn't fried like the food she is in line for, but it's easy to eat while in line. "It's free food, Harrow. You never know how long that will last." She doesn't plan to touch her supplies until she needs to.

Neither of them has been back to the Ninth House since they left it. Despite what most penitents thought, no necromancers remain in the house. Perhaps the great aunts will keel over, finally dead, and go off to a separate afterlife (that's key, Gideon has had enough of their judgment). Aiglamene's the fittest fiddle in the house, leg issue and all. She better still be. "How much build up does one or three meals really do?" Gideon asks. Does it happen when they're dead? Or do they just have their body as is, preserved as similarly as a lyctor's. Unchanging.