Gideon gives him a shallow little bow. Mild sarcasm because this is the most fun she's had in a while. Everything's better with a sword in her hand (or something a toddler might mistake for a sword). "I want to do this again with actual swords if we can get them," she says.

With a turn toward Harrow, Gideon motions to her perfectly whole body. "No sewing required." She's not sure if somehow Harrow spoiled the session, but Gideon can't break her machete for a piece of fun when it might be needed. "So, you two... friends? You make friends with cavaliers now?"