"Still. Thankee-sai," she says, simply, and lets go of his paw. Susan pushes herself back to her feet with a slight wince that she tries to hide, and turns to Cuthbert. The gunslinger rests his hands on her shoulders and gives her a gentle shake. "Thee should've come to us," he scolds, although more gently than she feels she deserves.

"I kennit, but - I, I couldn't," she tries. "Not thee, nor Caspian, or anyone."