A low vibration rumbles against their backs, and the Lion's side moves slowly with his breath, warm and vital and more real than anything, even the garden around them. Far from objecting, Aslan stretches against them, rather like a cat relaxing in the sun, and looks up at that single star with joyful, unblinking eyes. His claws show their points as he kneads into the soft loam of the garden.

Caspian looks over toward Alain and Cuthbert, and motions to them with a movement of his head, inviting them over to join.