As Caspian steps in and closes the door behind them, there's a scuffle over by the bar before Reepicheep comes leaping lightly over the bartop, ignoring the complaints of patrons as he jumps over their drinks, plates, and, in one instance, heads. He soars to the floor and hurries up to them, then bows low. "Sire," he says. "Daughter of Eve."

"Hello, Reep," Caspian says, fondly. He can't help himself; it soothes something deep inside his chest to be welcomed by his old friend, who has chosen to stay here with him rather than to wander the wonders of Aslan's country. He squeezes Susan's hand and gives her a wink. "Braced, and ready."