Gideon takes that on board, staring at the surface of her tea for a moment before she takes a sip, holding it in her mouth for a moment before it starts to cool.

"Yeah, you're probably right," she says. She never would have thought she'd care; she'd always intended to walk away from Drearburh and never look back, not least at Harrowhark Nonagesimus' face. But here they are. "She was alive. Cam. The last time I saw her."