"Great," Alistair says, with sincerity; if anyone resents her, they can go sit in the corner and think about how stupid it is to turn away someone who might be able to help them or know something they don't. "Come down whenever you have time. We're not going anywhere."

Throwing themselves at the walls of a Warden fortress half-full of demons by themselves would probably not end well. Unfortunately.

"I'm going to go dump wine on your friend now," he says, taking a step back. "Be ready."