There's a held breath of a pause, and then his hand lifts away.

Next to her, in a bed that feels as though it's gone suddenly cold, Caspian's expression is almost as blank as her own, Alain's voice running through his head –

(she'll not know them save as those who turned against her)

– along with another, more beloved, better known.

(I know nothing of what you speak! I am the Knight of the Underworld)

"Susan." His voice is steady and calm in the darkness, though he feels anything but. He puts a hint of command into it, preferring to wake her suddenly rather than leave her adrift in her memories any longer. "Susan, wake up, and know me, by Aslan's name."