The trip to the bar ends up a little more surprising than expected. When there are still a pile of Caspian's clothes near Mistress Bar. At least she assumes they are all his. It is one outfit, and at least the shirt she has seen recently enough to know it looks familiar since his return. Even if it is covered with a wide spill of something down the back of it.
Something she's wise enough by now, all these years later, to neither touch, breathe in or mess with.
Marian folded them carefully, avoiding touching the darker strain on the material, and placed it all on the bar. Fingers resting on the bar as she firsts asks to have it all and a note delivered to the Security Office. Conveying information about Royalty Frog Curses. Following it up with asking for another set of shoes and clothes of the same sizes and types.
That was gathered into her arms, and she was right back out the door, and across the grass. Toward where Kate still stood, a darker, duster-free, sentinel of color against the day and sky and grass, and Caspian kneeled on the grass, still, with the shielding jumper held tight to him, beside her. Marian took a breath in, finding at least that much easier, against and with her filled hands.
"Here you are," she said, once she'd gotten close enough. Crossing the last of the distance between. Enough to fill in the small smile lingering on Kate's face and the deep lack of any answering one, anywhere, on Caspian's face. "They should be the right sizes."
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Something she's wise enough by now, all these years later, to neither touch, breathe in or mess with.
Marian folded them carefully, avoiding touching the darker strain on the material, and placed it all on the bar. Fingers resting on the bar as she firsts asks to have it all and a note delivered to the Security Office. Conveying information about Royalty Frog Curses. Following it up with asking for another set of shoes and clothes of the same sizes and types.
That was gathered into her arms, and she was right back out the door, and across the grass. Toward where Kate still stood, a darker, duster-free, sentinel of color against the day and sky and grass, and Caspian kneeled on the grass, still, with the shielding jumper held tight to him, beside her. Marian took a breath in, finding at least that much easier, against and with her filled hands.
"Here you are," she said, once she'd gotten close enough. Crossing the last of the distance between. Enough to fill in the small smile lingering on Kate's face and the deep lack of any answering one, anywhere, on Caspian's face. "They should be the right sizes."