once again thinking about the fact that harrowhark nonagesimus is a five-foot-nothing necrophiliac dweeb ass nun. she is soggy and bleeding and does not sleep enough. for most of htn she has about ¾ of a functioning brain. she looks at everyone like she’s worked out how to kill them. her entire life is consumed by an all-encompassing grief and guilt that isn’t even hers. she’s got a mean sense of humor and pockets full of dubiously sourced teeth. and every eligible bachelorette in the nine houses would fling themselves into the sun for her hand in marriage.