[ Harrow's appreciative look is not quite a smile, but it is what it is: it appreciates. She even offers a glint of thanks in her eyes, a low nod. Looking genderless or masculine suits her fine -- the last thing she wanted, after all, was to look appealing. And it's rather like her previous robes, now, and something she really likes. ]
The rest?
[ She has forgotten. It takes a few seconds; she touches her face, clarity reigns again in her eyes. ]
Oh. This. This is—it depends on how long I would be stuck wearing it.
[ Harrow's only secrets are so terrible she can't burden anyone else with them, let alone want to continue to burden herself. She wants to be free of even thinking of it. ]
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The rest?
[ She has forgotten. It takes a few seconds; she touches her face, clarity reigns again in her eyes. ]
Oh. This. This is—it depends on how long I would be stuck wearing it.
[ Harrow's only secrets are so terrible she can't burden anyone else with them, let alone want to continue to burden herself. She wants to be free of even thinking of it. ]