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Hello. Um, this is Caspian--

[BEEEEEEEEEEEP. Sultry woman's voice:]

Hola. Caspian del buzón de voz está roto. Esta es su refrigerador.
Por favor, hable muy despacio y voy a mantener su mensaje a mi mismo con un imán!
Gracias.

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Come, come back to me

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"How could we call anything good without knowing what we consider to be evil," he poses but it's a rhetorical question. He knows they feel the same way on the matter, as any king or queen of Narnia would. "Although, not all things we fear are evil," he adds with another smile, recalling how his own people were taught to fear the woods, "sometimes we cannot completely understand the way things are. It doesn't change what is right and what is wrong to feel." Caspian shakes his head.

At this question his brow furrows. Oh he hasn't forgotten the terrible thing he did last year, putting his own life at risk and leaving the girls alone even though that wasn't his intention at all. Caspian should have thought more sensibly.

"Yes, I will try to stay and no I will not go seeking a way out," he promises, fingers turning upward to take her hand in his. "I don't see why I would want to do that, ever," says the Telmarine, tone a little softer, perhaps apologetic.

Come, come back to me

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There were things that Lucy feared with reasons that were not relevant to their cause; thunder, because it reminded her of bombs, heavy winds and storms because it might disguise the sound of airplanes, or worse. She knew what the Telmarine meant, and she gave a long, heavy sigh. "I should be braver," she says, with utmost knowledge that she can be.

She knows, when he says those words, that he means them. She also knows he did not mean to leave in the fall, that he was doing with Susan what they thought had been necessary for the safety of many, not just them. "I believe you," she assures him. "Thank you," she adds.

ooc; my laptop is getting doctored up, so no aim for a little while. I will be back on ASAP

Come, come back to me

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"You? The girl who went into the forest alone? The girl who took my best horse and made sure Aslan did not scare him too much?"

All right that last part is highly questionable but he assumed Lucy was in fact the last to see Destrier before returning to the river. Finding him safe and sound after the battle had to be at least half her and Aslan's doing. He gives her hand a light squeeze.

"You are brave enough, more than any one of us can ask for," he says honestly. It may sound like what should be spoken, but Caspian is genuine in his meaning. "Thank you too," he smiles.

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Lucy does not blush very often, but a mix of embarrassment and pride make her cheeks pink now. "I did what I had to do," she says, the satisfaction with that evident in her voice. "And Destrier is a very brave horse," she adds with a smile, the first she's managed to provide so far.

While Lucy has the same reservation as her siblings, she is a bit younger and quite a bit more open with her feelings than the others. "Caspian," she begins, "I do love you, like Peter and Susan and Ed." The words are offered without any request, without any demands. The youngest Pevensie knew the power of knowing, and that knowing that fact was more than enough.

"You miss Ed too, I know," she says after a moment. "He would like to know that, I think."

Come, come back to me

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This ought to be a given too yet hearing those words does comfort him. He tries not to let it show beyond a mild warming of his smile. "Thank you," he repeats, uttered under his breath but neither shy nor modest.

"I do miss him, but you cannot tell him," Caspian shakes his head, smile turning into a grin, "it would ruin our reputation for silent, terse, camaraderie." That's a joke, just in case his expression doesn't say it enough.

Come, come back to me

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She does not say you're welcome, but she gives the Telmarine king a hug and a smile, and then a laugh. "He would be embarrassed, but I think he misses you too," she says. "But I won't tell him," she promises.

"Were you truly worried about me?"

Come, come back to me

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"You are very benevolent, Lucy," Caspian leans against her again, pressing just for that brief closer contact.

"I was. And to be honest I still am, but not as much. When do we not care for each other's well being?" The answer of course is never. "I will not wring my hands over it though, I promise."

Come, come back to me

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"I am the one who did not allow for harsh punishments in court," Lucy says with a wrinkle of her nose to indicate that she was joking. Edmund never let any of the other Kings and Queens handle anything like that.

"Don't worry too much," she tells him, nudging him back. "My birthday is soon and the tournament will be so much fun, so I think that everything will be all right." Even without Edmund, but Lucy will not mourn his absence that day. Edmund would not have wanted that, at all.