Alistair stays on the boulder—colder now himself, but that's all right. He's hardy. "I'm staying with Master Dennet," he says. It's true. When he sleeps, which he may not for a while, Dennet isn't afraid to kick him awake if he gets noisy. Maybe because he remembers when Alistair was small enough to be picked up by the scruff of the neck and troublesome enough to need it. "You go on. Pavus is probably frozen solid."