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They find a rhythm. Harrow has been in Darrow for a week and a half and, during that time, they've bought her clothes that fit her (though she continues to wear Gideon's hoodie, most of the time). Her hair is growing back slighter faster than seems plausible. Every time Gideon goes to work, Harrow comes with her and shuffles about in the background, sticking price labels and making tea.

They start to build a life.

Darrow might have made her softer, but Gideon still works out as much as she ever did. After an early evening run, she gets into the shower and emerges clean and slightly pink, dressing in her favourite sweats and a black bralette, towelling her red hair before shoving it back from her face.

"Have you thought about what you want for dinner?" She asks, padding out into the lounge.