"I'm not surprised." Soft, and more fond than he realizes. Alistair examines the bread and cheese, turning it over in his hands. It bears more than a passing resemblance to the way he worried at his knuckles before. "She's -- well. No love lost there, let me tell you. But she'd burn the world down if it'd keep that child safe."

Beat.

"...Hopefully not literally. But you get my meaning."