[There's a subtle, silent moment of eye-widening confusion when Ciri rounds on her, finger outstretched. But she's been called worse things than you over the years, and whilst anyone back on the Ninth would have laughed to hear Gideon and obedient uttered in the same sentence, she nevertheless moves to do as she's told. It helps that there was the word bread in the other woman's instructions, along with the fact she has no fucking clue what she's doing. That, and Ciri is more than a little cute. What can she say? She's a sucker for assertive women.]
Gotcha.
[She says, smirking only slightly at the name. Whilst she's tempted to stick around to see how Harrow - Umbral Sovereign of the Ninth House, Reverend Daughter of the Locked Tomb - will react to being given instructions, she thinks better of it. Strides off toward the mouth of the alleyway and the bright daylight that lies beyond it.]
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Gotcha.
[She says, smirking only slightly at the name. Whilst she's tempted to stick around to see how Harrow - Umbral Sovereign of the Ninth House, Reverend Daughter of the Locked Tomb - will react to being given instructions, she thinks better of it. Strides off toward the mouth of the alleyway and the bright daylight that lies beyond it.]