She fights back her first impulsive words, sawing the rein on her tongue, and makes herself think, and that carefully, while whispers from memory stir fierce and sharp in the deep corners of her mind.

("I'm to stay at the hut while you and the others go."

"Will you? Will thee?")

Finally, she looks up at him, willing herself to calm. "I told thee before thee needn't hold yerself apart," she says, soft. "But I'll not ask thee to do what thee'd not wish, either. What would'ee choose, Caspian?"