Ideals are what we try to make reality. But I can see that this ideal hasn't been your reality. And for that... I'm sorry.

[This girl isn't acting like the smiling, happy students Sabriel remembered from school. Or even how she'd acted at that age, torn between her school life and her father's lessons in necromancy.]

But first, lets find you some warm clothes- it probably won't get any warmer for months.