He doesn't try to dissuade her. "I am," he murmurs.

They draw level with his door; he doesn't let go of her, only searches out his key with a quick feel at his pocket and opens the door onto his own comfortably furnished quarters. "I'd begun to think – maybe it would be better simply to bring you and Alain and Cuthbert with me to Aslan's Country. Where it would be easier for you, at least."'

He ushers her inside, and closes and locks the door behind them, then sighs. "But I don't know that it wouldn't make things harder, in the end."