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All of Narnia is home. More than England ever will be, more than England ever can be. Even after a thousand years, Susan still can't help but love the land; feel entirely like she's where she belongs.

It's just that some parts of Narnia feel more at home than others, and this place in particular is one that always felt the most like it.

She's always looked upon it with wonder, and it's not something that changes now, the words escaping her lips in a soft, somewhat-awed breath.

"Cair Paravel."

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navixator

There's the tiniest bit of a flicker in his smile. He knows, after all, how dearly he misses the other three Pevensies. He can only imagine what it must be for her.

"It must be beautiful."

From:

calledmegentle

"It is."

And she squeezes his hand tightly once more again, in fondness and against the brief flicker in his smile and the slight pain in her heart.

"We should go, when it gets darker."

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navixator

There's reassurance in her voice, the squeeze of her fingers. There's an infinite wealth of strength they both draw from in her--and one growing in him for the times she needs a bit of a break from it.

"If you'd like."

He certainly would, after all.

"We'll have... worlds of time to."

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calledmegentle

"That's true."

And likely, there would be quite a bit of time spent on the Eastern tower. It was simply the way of things.

"But what better way to spend our first night at home?"

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navixator

"There's honestly none I can think of, my love."

Nothing more perfect than spending this afternoon exploring the twists and turns of their new home. Nothing better than settling in tonight under the stars before slipping back down to the warmth of their bed.