Things are easier, here; clearer, more simple. It'll be harder again when they return to the bar, when they're surrounded by the dull grayness of the season, the chill in the air.

But it won't be for long. He hopes he's right that it won't be for long, that if they can make it past Reap-Tide, the things she's feeling will fade with the turn of the seasons.

So he holds her, and watches the skies of Aslan's country, and tries to plan what he can, to bring a little of this peace back with them.