"I kennit," Susan murmurs, comforted by his assurance, and thinking over what Caspian and Reepicheep have each told her of such Deep Magic.

She glances at Caspian as he makes his quiet observation, then to Cuthbert as he says, "I meant no offense." His irrepressible smile's quick and mayhap a little rueful, she thinks. "I'm not used to talking to any of the Guardians."