He presses a kiss to her forehead, then coaxes her to come further into his room, to sit on the edge of his bed. "Lucy and Edmund used to talk about something a little like that," he murmurs. "A pull, something telling them their time in Narnia was almost up. But that was to go home, not – "

He shakes his head and kneels before her, taking her hands carefully in his. Her scrapes and cuts have scabbed over, but he still kisses them gently, mindful of any soreness. "I'll help them, too," he swears. "And you'll all of you help each other, Su. And the morning will come, with a new day for us all."