"I think you and I had different last islands," Gideon frowns slightly. It had been brief, but Gideon also has fond memories of that one. The food was amazing. She still has the the undergarments made for swimming in her bag.

Zen isn't a term Gideon's familiar with, so she's not sure what is difficult or easy about what she said. She's always had goals since she was small. Most of her life it was running away from the Ninth House and joining the Cohort. Fighting in war. Unfortunately, she has since learned not all problems can be solved with a sword. "That is usually the consequence when you're impaled on a sharp post of an iron fence," she says. Even more so, if that's on purpose. "Or when you get dragged down in the bottom of the River." Or when super duper poisoned. "You don't remember dying?" Gideon asks.