He doesn't run to his rooms, but that's the best he can say for himself. Caspian strides to them with quick steps that don't break even as he goes through the door. All his focus is on getting whatever he might need and leaving again.

A change of clothes. As it's turned colder, he's taken to dressing more like Peter and Edmund, who can layer their shirts with jumpers. He hasn't quite come around to the blue jeans Susan and the gunslingers and many of the other patrons wear, but he puts on a pair of trousers Peter had recommended and tugs a warm jumper over a clean shirt. Thus warmly bundled, he takes down his coat and scarf and slings them over his arm.

It's enough. He checks the looking-glass to make sure all the straw is out of his hair, and is swinging back out of his room and towards Susan's before five minutes have passed.