Realization strikes her all of an instant. Of course Caspian's youth in his uncle's house would have been different. She reaches for his free hand, unthinking, and as she holds to it she brushes her thumb over the inside of his wrist in apology and comfort both.

"He's still curious, and kind, and good," she replies. "But ye know that already." Seeking to shift the topic just a little, she adds, "He told me ye taught him of magic, sai?"