It really is a lovely day, isn't it? The sky is such a perfect, deep shade of blue, Kate can't stop staring at it.

She politely refrains from remarking on the hitch in Caspian's voice as he utter's Marian's name, smirk already threatening at the corners of her mouth but resolutely being penned in. She catches his eyes quickly, running her hand through her hair.

"There are suitable clean clothes in the tack room. Might be a size or two big."

Best not to bandy words and get straight to the meat and potatoes. Er, so to speak.



Her eyes stray skyward again.