Her breath stops in her throat as he throws himself into the air, only to resume with relief as he lands so gracefully.

"It's this way, an'ye would," she tells him, matching her pace to his. "Ye asked about the Barman - that'd be sai Bernard, Bernard Wrangle. He oversees all of it, I wot. I report to him for matters to do with the stables, do'ee ken?"

She opens the lake door and glances around for any sign of Caspian. A flash of movement near the Hope catches her eye, and she starts that way.