"Ye'll be a teacher yet," Alain observes, and Cuthbert snorts a laugh at the idea. He tosses the ball up in the air and catches it again, quick reflexes making it a simple game. Susan watches, leaning her head back against Aslan's side, the gold of her hair blending with the deeper gold of his coat.

After a moment, she tips her head back to look up at the Lion. "Are thee comfortable still?" she asks, softly.