Sabriel looked up at the sound, surprised she'd let her guard down so much that she hadn't noticed him. She'd started to rely too heavily on her other senses; the living could still harm her. She had to remember that. She looked him over carefully. He seemed about her age, or a bit younger. He didn't have a Charter mark on his forehead, pure or corrupted, so he was no kind of sorcerer. He seemed, as far as she could tell, to be a normal teenaged boy.
And so entirely out of her experience. She smiled shyly, clasping her hands anxiously behind her back. "Hello." Her dark eyes stared at him out of her too pale face.