[ Harrow just looks at Gideon, and puts a finger to her lips: thankfully, Ciri is the one who actually says the words so Harrow doesn't have o do any of that rudely sharp whispering she has a tendency toward.

Instead she makes a beckoning motion with her hand, a 'come here to me' that is at least more inviting-seeming than it is fast and exasperated. This isn't an order, Gideon, it's a request. ]

I can have a skeleton bring up the cage if we need, but Gri—Gideon can do it too, [ is just loud enough to be heard.

And then, more harshly, but still whispered: ] Are you eating the bait. Don't you know that isn't how bait works.