She turns, her head turning too, and winds herself close to him in the curve of his arm. Her delight sparks his, and he laughs, cheerful, and tucks her a little closer as he nods. "The Eastern Sea," he tells her. "This is not Narnia, exactly... but maybe Narnia as it should be. As it will be."

He takes a deep breath of the sweet, fortifying air, and smiles down at her. "In which direction shall we wander?"