It's Kate's turn now to turn a little red. The alias, and all it entails, is hardly complimentary. She wouldn't have held it against Caspian had he mouthed or repeated the words, or had Lady Marian not been able to bite her tongue. The looseness, the intrigue it implies, combined with the knowledge that it's tied to why she's an outlaw. All the things she's done.

At least Caspian can take some comfort in knowing he isn't the only one feeling a little embarrassed under Marian's bright eyes. She may be the only one among them not owing an explanation. It's all right, though. They still stand friends, Caspian's words a salve, and Kate scrapes together a smile and a nod.

"S'all right. I'm jus' surprised, but at least it explains the itty bitty crown y'was wearin'. Y'sure you're all right? Perhaps we should make our way inside an' sit down a spell, have some drinks."

Beat.

"Anythin' but tea."