"You assume, because I hold my tongue out of respect, that I know nothing, I see," Caspian says, with a little more of an edge than is perhaps warranted, but he very nearly can't stop himself.

"Yes. She told me of the touch. And I know more than I could ever care to – more than you, I daresay – about what it is, what it means when someone you know and love looks at you and cannot recall your face."