"He needed to know me better," he says, softly. "And I him."

Caspian breathes out, slow and steady, through his nose, but his shoulders stay relaxed. "And they think it's possible – if your mind and memory wanders, as it did this morning – you'll not know our faces. And of course I have a little knowledge of that."

He looks down at her. "This morning – do you recall hearing Aslan's name?"