He draws her hair over her shoulder, letting it fall in a smooth wave so she can feel it, see it. "No," he murmurs. "I imagine you couldn't."

But there's nowhere else for her to go, is there? 'Bert and Alain can only open the door to the clearing, and Narnia –

A thought strikes him, flickering, and he frowns at it. "Would it help to go someplace else for a little while? Away from the Bar?"