That interest fades to a sympathetic frown, instead. She can't say she understands it and nor would she say so, because that's insulting when she has no real idea, but she does understand the idea of something repetative, something you have to do because you're there and not of your choice. She, personally, is just fortunate she did not mind either path chosen for her.

No. She walks it. She doesn't have to.

"I wonder if it'll clump up inside the walls," Sabriel's voice is glum as she picks up a cake of her own. "I find it hard to sleep anywhere, but most of the better places have been claimed by bedrolls already. More of inside the courtyard and the rooms that haven't been fixed will drive more people inside."