She stiffens and turns to argue, but at the look on Harrow's face she gives a terse nod and shoulders her way past Ciri and through the door.

She hates this. Shutting the door, and leaving the two of them in there alone...but Harrow is her necro, and Gideon is her cav. She has to obey when it matters.

Still, the only bit of grim pleasure she can hold onto is the knowledge that if this woman does turn out to be a threat...well, she's locked in a room with Harrowhark Nonagesimus.

There's no way that turns out well for her.