Her hair streams behind her as a golden banner blown by the wind of their passing as they run, and by the time they reach the ship, Susan’s delighted laughter fills the air around them.

She’s filled with happiness of her own at seeing Caspian’s joy, oh aye, and teases, “My ‘da always said the moon got into my blood when I’d run like that, but for thee it’s the sea, is’t not so?”