"Sleep, daughter," Aslan tells her, kindly. "Sleep, children. What magic is here will heal."
Caspian looks up at the sky, now filled with stars, and listens as the rumbling in Aslan's chest becomes almost a true purr, soporific and calming. He expects it to send the gunslingers and Susan off to sleep swiftly enough, after the strain of the last weeks.
For himself, he watches the stars and listens to Aslan breathing, before he opens his mouth again. "Aslan?"
"I am here, son of Adam," the Lion tells him, and Caspian exhales, pleased. Nothing he has to say is of immediate necessity, but it has been long and long since he was able to speak, softly and at length, with Aslan.
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Caspian looks up at the sky, now filled with stars, and listens as the rumbling in Aslan's chest becomes almost a true purr, soporific and calming. He expects it to send the gunslingers and Susan off to sleep swiftly enough, after the strain of the last weeks.
For himself, he watches the stars and listens to Aslan breathing, before he opens his mouth again. "Aslan?"
"I am here, son of Adam," the Lion tells him, and Caspian exhales, pleased. Nothing he has to say is of immediate necessity, but it has been long and long since he was able to speak, softly and at length, with Aslan.