Caspian gives her a half-wry, half-amused glance and smoothly dismounts from Destrier as Wimbleweather visibly thinks through Susan's response. Eventually, the giant arrives at an understanding of her thanks, and smiles beatifically at her.

The Bear, meanwhile, ambles through the fallen apples, picking carefully through them with one paw while sucking distractedly on the other, like a baby with a pacifier.