Harrow sighs, rolling her eyes skyward. "No you wouldn't; that minimum age is thirteen."

Thirteen year old Gideon had much more notable acne than this one does. Harrow remembers that; Harrow knows why she remembers it and wishes she didn't. "I just--I wanted to undo what I did." She should take a position of authority over this genuine child who later became her cavalier. She does not know how to cope with children, whether or not they are Gideon, and she's pretty sure Gideon doesn't believe she is actually an adult. She is failing at what she should do. She is nervous and her attempt to hide it makes her sound even brusquer and meaner than normal.

"It is your face, though. And it's covered well enough. So is mine. The colors are to blend in a little more, it's respectful and it is the best way to represent the Tombkeepers. The--local faith is a part of ours."

Harrow is the only Tombkeeper left and she can go right ahead and say that.

She has spoken to both gods.