Alexandre was there. Standing in a plain white shirt and flannel pajama bottoms. He was too scared to be tired, despite the early hour. When he had heard the announcement he had found Willow as fast as he could. He barely let her out of his sight these days, and that certainly wasn't about to start now. In the courtyard he had spotted Aboli first, so that was where he now stood as he waited to understand why they were there and what was going to happen.

And then names were being called, and people were being taken away. To where? Rosier had said to other quarters, so hopefully that at least meant they were being kept alive. Alexandre was just grateful that his sister's name was not on that list. If it was he certainly would have fought whoever he had to in order to keep her from being taken away. And he knew that wasn't actually a fight he'd be able to win. Instead he stayed put, not calling attention to himself, the strategy that he had been using all year and that had kept him safe so far.