Harrow gives her that tight little nod and responds with that prissy little voice, and Gideon laughs. It's a bright, warm sound with nothing of scorn in it, and as Harrow begins to move toward the sparking portal Gideon falls into step behind her, "Your wish is my command, oh atramentous mistress."

Fuck only knows where they're going or what kind of mess this hastily-made decision is going to wind up getting them into, but she finds she can't care about that in this moment. Or rather, it seems too big and wide and exciting to worry about any of that. It's going to be different, and she chose it, and that - right now - is all that matters.

"Just don't you dare barf on me, Nonagesimus," she says, as they move to step through the portal.