Harrow frowns. "There is much I would like clarity about," she says. "But if you only know what Lan Wangji has told you, you know nothing Gideon doesn't. Damn."

Her piercing black gaze goes past Ciri now, drilling into the door. "You addressed me--invoked the second death. But then seemed to change to speaking to Gideon--or at least someone with golden eyes."

"I find that discontinuity troubling."