"It's beautiful," she said softly, looking around once more. She had no idea how to talk to a boy. Touchstone was different; he spent half the time acting like her servant, the other like her bodyguard. He never acted like... like just a boy. "I... my name is Sabriel," she said after a moment. She didn't use her title; no one here knew what it meant to be Abhorsen, and the loss of her father was too new, too raw, still.