She covers the mirror once more and hands it back to him as tears sting her eyes.

"I'm becoming very tired of hearing that name," she states, not meeting his gaze. "I want to be left alone, and not have him breathing down my neck."

Turning away, she delicately sniffs back her tears and calls to Azoth in her mind. The falcon is currently flapping her wings and hopping along the floor to get Alistair to chase her, but she then lifts off to land on Christine's shoulder.

"I need to go. Things to think about, you know."