"You looking through my eyes," says Gideon, slowly. "I guess that's what it could mean, that whole thing about 'golden eyes.'"

She's still not excited about the weeping bit, but she's willing to consider it a wash if she and Harrow are going through whatever it all is together.

This crouch is starting to hurt; she shifts to her knees and looks at her hands around Harrow's, all the strength she can offer that may not be what Harrow needs at all.

Not the physical kind, anyway. Hold her steady? "Well. That I can do."