She loses interest in her root beer halfway down the glass and leans forward long enough to set it on the low table, then sits back on the couch, curling a little into Caspian's side after a glance at his face to be certain he'd not mind it.

Mayhap it's only to be expected that she'd be tired at the end of such an eventful day. At least, she hopes that's all it is, and even as the thought occurs she wants to weep at the suspicion that it's not.

Susan leans her head against Caspian's shoulder, absently listening to the others talk, and watches the light through the lake window shift as Demon Moon rises outside.