“She lifted her eyes to his face, and found his gaze lined with silver. "Get up," was all he said.”

“I'm the Captain of the Guard-I'm not exactly a catch for any of them." There was some sorrow in his eyes, though it was well concealed. "Are you mad? You're better than everyone here. And you're-you're very handsome," she said, taking his hand in her free one. There was beauty in Chaol's face-and strenght, and honor, and loyalty. She stopped hearing the crowd, and her mouth became dry as he stared at her. How had she missed it for so long?”

“How'd you remember my brother's name?" She shrugged, not quite understanding the gleam in his eye. "You told me. Why wouldn't I remember it?”

“She could handle if he decided to throw her in the dungeons for a little while, too.Because somehow, the thought of him getting hurt- or worse- made her willing to rick just about anything.”

“What terrified him even more was that he trusted her. And he didn't know what that said about himself.”

“Her heart stopped when Chaol entered instead.”

“She'd survived Endovier, yet she could still laugh.”