"I'm sure she's all right," Caspian says. He tucks the end of the trailing scarf into the pocket of his own coat and turns to clap Cuthbert on the shoulder, pressing an encouraging smile onto his face. "Let's not worry just yet, eh?"

All the same, the concern is clear in his eyes, and when Cuthbert peels off to wake Alain, Caspian's steps toward the stable are swift and determined. "Come along, old fellow," he murmurs to Kiseki as he leads the gelding from the pasture. "Let's go find your mistress, shall we?"