She remembered Alistair from happier times. Back before the Blight, when the Wardens had come to Highever looking for recruits. Back when she’d considered running off to become one of them despite her father forbidding it. Back before she had lost everything that really mattered.
But for all that she had lost, it seemed that he had lost more. She at least had a home to reclaim, whereas he was being exiled from his. He needed help getting to safety, and she gladly gave her aid. While their second meeting was under these less than happy circumstances, she found herself hoping that it wouldn’t be their last.