He puts his arm around her as she curls against him, and trades a glance with Cuthbert over Susan's golden head; the gunslinger looks as grim as he feels at the change that's stealing over her. Caspian sets aside what's left of his drink and lowers his head, keeping a steady smile in his voice.

"Are thee tired, Su?" he asks, using her own trick of speech in a murmur, the way she's started calling him thee, ever since they became more to one another than friends.