"To my displeasure," Harrow confirms in a flat tone that is almost! bordering on! playful, "I have in fact noticed this."

The very quiet sigh is no longer really a pang of homesickness. She has gotten used to Trench. It has been so long it feels like forever, and also feels like no time at all; it feels like the way the passage of time normally feels to Harrowhark unhinged and undirected.

"It ... yes, pretty much. Sometimes you'll get more invasive local attention, but during a festival, all the people of Trench seem to care about is that no one is left out. Whether or not anyone wants to be left out."