"He's neither child nor churl, sai." Pale she is still, save for the two spots of color riding high on her cheeks, but oh, her voice is clear and carrying, even as her glance lingers for an instant on how Caspian grips Peter's arm and murmurs something urgent to him, before she looks back at Rilian.

"And I tell ye that if ye'll not be turned aside from this path, ye'll come to regret it dearly, say true." One hand is clenched tightly in her skirts, and the other clutched in a loose knot at the center of her chest as she sways a step forward.