The horses make soft sounds as they shift in their comfortable, straw-padded stalls, and Caspian receives his tea with a murmured word of thanks. It's hot and a little sweet, just as he likes it, and as he takes the first sip, he offers up a hope to the Lion that it'll help him to get through first this day, then this night.

He reaches in to pull out one of the apples and polishes it on his sleeve before offering it to her.