This is the strangest night, for all that it feels right in some undefinable way. Alain glances at ‘Bert, and although he’s the one with the touch, his friend might as well be reading his mind when he answers that look aloud. “Might as well. It’s not like either of us is going to cry off now, aye?”

“Yar,” Alain agrees, and follows as Cuthbert hops to his feet and strolls over to Susan, Caspian, and the Lion.