[Chaos is definitely the word, but she turns her mind away from all that to take a big, indelicate slug of her stew, by way of side-stepping the topic. And he's right, she supposes. Shit could still hit the fan-- as much as she'd love to believe that the fuckery ended the moment they left Thorne behind them, it seems doubtful at best. One can only hope that whatever new drama they're they're thrown into now is one that she can get behind. One that - with any luck - involves swords.]

I think she was actually kinda into it at first. You know, with us being brought here as honoured guests, called upon for some great task, and all that bullshit. She loved poking around in Thorne's stuffy old library looking for info on the world. She's a lot less keen on Cadens though. Too many people, too much noise, not enough bones. And literally her whole thing is being the best necromancer the Ninth House has ever produced, so winding up in some place that isn't so big on the whole 'magic' thing? Not really her bag.

[This is playing it down. If she's overstimulated by the sheer volume of newness they've been thrust into, Harrow is feeling it tenfold.]

But she'll get used to it eventually.

[She adds, without conviction.]