It's more than that; it's an argument for their existence she will need, she expects, even if she's a Lyctor. An argument she may need to make to God Himself.

(If Harrow in this moment knew the true nature of God it would drive her insane.)

She runs her thumb lightly over Gideon's jaw and lips, knowing that no matter how cautious she is, her fingers will come away stained.

"There is no sin in loving you, Gideon Nav. No mistake in knowing your taste; no peril in your touch. I will not let them say so."

"I have forsaken my vows but never my duty. And you are the very definition of chivalry."