Cuthbert takes the opportunity to put the bullet back in his gun with careful concentration, more than might actually be needed. Alain studies his boots, giving them all the privacy there is to be had here.

Susan hugs Caspian, and lets him hold on to her for a moment or two before she shifts and settles against his side, into the curve of his arm.

"It weren't Rhea," she says, definitely. "It were just a dream. So at least we ken that."

"We do," Alain says, "but it might have been more than just a dream. Especially here."