Caspian, too, is deep in thought. "There was something else about her dream this morning," he says, finally, having come to his decision.

He looks over at the gunslinger. "I didn't mention it before because I'm not sure she even knows it. There was a moment where she thought I was one of the harriers after her."

(get yer filthy blue-marked hand off me, you bastard)

"But at the name of Aslan, she relaxed and would speak with me. It didn't quite bring her back to herself – "

Here, he looks rather grim. " – but it seemed to help."