She leaves the cloud-dappled mare with Destrier and joins Caspian. He’s happy, she thinks, truly happy and lighter than he was this morn when worry for her weighed on him, and she’s so glad she hasn’t the words for it.
“I’d love it if thee would,” she says, softly. “It’s yer home.”
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“I’d love it if thee would,” she says, softly. “It’s yer home.”