"If it were mine," Gideon winked. It's not like people have been dying here. Already dead, maybe, but it would be awkward to attend someone's funeral with them, walking and breathing even if they were still dead. She is still hazy on what her status is, mostly relieved Harrow is/can be alive.

She shrugs. "You can see your grave any time you like on the Ninth. Just go down like ten flights of stairs." That isn't scary. Not in a system of necromancers.