What words they might speak to each other are too quiet to hear, but the way he clasps her to himself and the look they share when finally he lets her go, his hands falling to take hers, are as clear as anything that might be said.

She curls her fingers around his, then lets go, and he watches as she walks gracefully through the ranks of Narnians, who have paused in their merrymaking to bow to her as she passes.