"Sorry - say sorry," she gasps. It's not right of her to upset the birch-woman so, and well she kens it, but she can't seem to stop.

And then she hears Caspian's worried voice, feels his hands on her shoulders, and a wail rises in her throat as she twists to look at him, her hands pressed to her mouth to try to stifle herself now, her eyes wide and wild and haunted.