"And my hair," she says, ruefully. "Reepicheep did his best, but it's all a tangle still, I wot. But I'll be as quick as I can."

Before she crosses the room to her wardrobe to gather fresh clothing, Susan touches her fingers lightly to Caspian's cheek. "I see thee very well," she murmurs. "And what thee are doing. Thee very, very dear."