She knew that Alistair didn't approve of whatever she, they, Scipio and herself, were doing - or at least, he acted the part well. She had no clue what the rest of the Wardens thought, but oh, they knew. Disrection was not something that was taught at a Circle. Expected, tolerated, maybe, but Sabriel had been more content to actually follow those rules and concentrate on her studies and who she might be one day. Leave the Prince Charming and the romance to her daydreams.

Even if now, she had the reality, too. "He might complain about it first, but-" Frostback flashbacks, but it's said with endearment, "-I do not think anything could keep him down for long. Something will catch his eye and make him smile again."