A small, brown-furred figure scrambles over the paddock fence in pursuit and streaks across the grass. Reepicheep can move rapidly when he wishes, and now he bounds on all four paws and must dig them in to halt himself before crashing into Susan's legs. "My lady," he gasps. "Are you well? We feared the worst – "

"Reep," Caspian says, quiet but with an air of command. When the Mouse looks his way, he gives a speaking look towards Susan, Alain, and Cuthbert. Reepicheep wilts, slightly, but steps back to give the gunslingers room.