He's actually quite good at brightening up a room. Sereda smiles, looking up at him. "I should probably put on some different clothes so I don't look like a mess, wherever we wind up. I have to do you honour, of course." She squeezes his hand. "An enormous party might be a bit overwhelming, but even in a pigpen I would have to do you honour!" She's teasing, though she'd be lying if she had said that the dream of ruling her father's kingdom with Alistair at her side had never materialized in her head.