[She catches that fleeting moment of open surprise on Ciri's face, but isn't entirely sure how to interpret it. Shock to find Gideon would deign to hang out with someone as prim and severe as Harrow? Astonishment that anyone could be so entirely devoid of muscle as to resemble a sharpened stick? Either seem entirely possible.

Whatever the case, there's no need to let on to Harrow the real reason she dragged her out here, or she might go slinking like a particularly spindly spider back into her lair again. So she's quick to add--]

Well, yeah. Obviously bones. But you're the boring old bones expert, not me. So what do you think, oh Shadow Empress? How are we gonna catch that flapping little shit with bones?

[And a quick aside to Ciri, as though this explains everything--]

We do bones. Or should I say, she does bones. The creepy skull paint didn't give it away?

[Gideon's own face is refreshingly bare-- unless someone forces her to paint it, she sure as shit isn't going to do it.]