"Only a little," she hastens to assure them - all of them, all three together here. "And it were more I were - were confused, for a second or two, when I woke. Because - because I were dreaming - because everything were pink."

"Well, that's certainly interesting, isn't it, Alain?" Cuthbert's tone is carefully light, but there's bright sharp shock in the gunslinger's eyes and a sudden increase to the tension singing through his body like a tight-strung wire. Alain's already setting his tea aside.

"Did it feel like it did before, Sue?" His glance shifts to Caspian. "Did ye see it, too?"