She takes his hand without hesitation, for although there's a bruise still on some small corner of her heart --

(I swore allegiance to the Queen)

-- Susan kens well that Drinian spoke in love and she'll not hold it against him, nor act other than true to herself, to Caspian, and to what's shared between them.

"Where would'ee next?" she teases, a flicker of amused mischief in her glance. "Yer land holds so many wonderful things."