Harrow manages to look as relieved as is possible for her -- which still isn't very, particularly as her makeup's been smeared to hell and back, giving her face the appearance of a skull in the process of melting. She'd be horrified if she had a mirror handy.

As for the snow creature, it's already reforming its damaged hand and reaching for its sword again. Damn. She'd be impressed that someone could control snow like this if it weren't a present threat.

Oh, right. Gideon was speaking. At least she was speaking with a sword in-hand, which was quite possibly Harrow's second wish.

"It took you long enough. Can you please murder that thing so we can get on with whatever this is?"