He pulls her into his embrace and she goes willingly, putting her arms around him to hold him tight, as close to her as she can manage.

How long must he have been feeling as though he'd had to stand apart, for him to react so? And to never have said a word, but only to let it be, thinking that's were how it had to be. Susan rubs one hand in a circle over his shoulders, trying as best she can to show him all the care she feels, and remembers the shadowed confusion of her first days and weeks and aye, even months, at the bar at the end of the worlds, and how it'd finally all started to change.

"Oh, Caspian," she whispers. "Thee very dear. I kennit."