Gideon gives up on getting the bits of grain out of Harrow's hair. It requires giving up her precious supply of food because she only has two hands and both arms are busy holding her bird bones light necromancer. They can both wait, Harrow for clean hair and Gideon for the rest of her snack.

Her spine is all tingly, and for half a second Gideon waits for miniature (or full-sized) human skeletons to burst out of each of her vertebrae to pry her loose or threaten her. On one hand Gideon can count the number of times she's gotten away with this (with Harrow conscious and them both up to staying that way). The words tingle in her ear, and Gideon doesn't know what's ahead, what comes after fried protein. It's easier to face with Harrow. "One flesh, one end," Gideon says, not sure what else to say. "Bitch."