She leans into the curve of his arm and rests her head against his shoulder for a moment. "I kennit," she murmurs.

Deep waters, Sue, she thinks, and wonders what her da' would have thought of Caspian. He'd have liked him, she's certain sure, just as he'd thought well of Cuthbert - but she'd seen how surprised he was to see his daughter in the company of gunslingers, and can imagine he'd be more so now, although not displeased.

Ka like a wind, she supposes, and hers was different than she'd ever imagined, as her father's had been.

"But I like who thee are."