It's been quite some time since she's felt so light and easy and free, say true. Since before the season's turning, before fin de año, and more than that - well before the Academy, even. Susan's not sure, herself, and doesn't want to think about it.

She turns in a slow circle, trying to see everything at once, and yet she still doesn't let go of Caspian's hand.

Her glance falls on the sea far distant, shining beneath the sun, and delight fills her. "Oh, look, look - how lovely."