Susan blinks, startled almost beyond words -- almost. "If ye'd have it so," she says, shy in a way she almost never is.

But shy or not, she comes forward, and settles carefully between Aslan's front paws, curling up a little against one while Cuthbert and Alain stand nearby in the easy, casual way she's seen them do when there's naught of threat but still they'd remain aware of everything around them.

The Lion's paw is strong, and his breath above her warm and sweet. Susan looks first at Caspian, wide-eyed, and tips her head back to look up as she dares to ask the Lion, "What would'ee wish to speak of? We'd listen, aye."