Caspian's observation draws a grim nod from him. Sending Roland back out on the road that led to the desert was one of the hardest things he's ever had to do in his life. Afterlife. Both. He doesn't want to think what that might be like for a man with his own son.

(he has to forget)

"Are you sure it was the name?" he asks, after a moment. "Or was it that it wasn't something that fit her recollection of - of what happened?"

He blinks, then, and a sudden grin flashes. "Gods above and below, she always was trig."