Ah, denial. That's a fun one. Gideon isn't 100% sure she's died either, but being here amounts to the same either way. She's bad enough at dying, she may have lived. This feels like something snagging her in the River, whether the Ancient has a thousand tongues and a taste for beasties or lives over the way at bad metaphor for little minds way. What's one more test?

"What's this place, a mini-vacation? When it doesn't even have swords?" Gideon snarks. She holds the large metal toothpick. She laughs. "I've yet to see that. Is that all you concern yourself with?"