Cuthbert's room is the closer, and so Susan goes there first. She knocks with one hand even as she tries the door with the other. On finding it unlocked, she opens it without waiting for him to answer.
Alain's there as well, she sees, companionably smoking in an armchair across from Bert, who's already on his feet as she pushes the door wide. "Susan, what's wrong?" Bert crosses the room in long steps to take her by the arms, hands gentle as he searches her face. "What has thee so upset?"
"Oh, please come," she gasps. "Both of ye, come quickly, do. It's Rilian, Rilian's here, Caspian's son - he said he told thee, Bert, ye kennit -- he doesn't ken him, he's witched and needs help."
Alain's discarded his cigarette and come to join them by the time she finishes her incoherent explanation. "Lead the way, Sue," he says, his voice calm and steady but his gunslinger's gaze keen and sharp, as is Cuthbert's. "We're with thee."
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Alain's there as well, she sees, companionably smoking in an armchair across from Bert, who's already on his feet as she pushes the door wide. "Susan, what's wrong?" Bert crosses the room in long steps to take her by the arms, hands gentle as he searches her face. "What has thee so upset?"
"Oh, please come," she gasps. "Both of ye, come quickly, do. It's Rilian, Rilian's here, Caspian's son - he said he told thee, Bert, ye kennit -- he doesn't ken him, he's witched and needs help."
Alain's discarded his cigarette and come to join them by the time she finishes her incoherent explanation. "Lead the way, Sue," he says, his voice calm and steady but his gunslinger's gaze keen and sharp, as is Cuthbert's. "We're with thee."