She settles onto the bench when he guides them there. Her arm will stay resting on his even as they sit.

"How can it not be?" she asks him softly, "I gave her everything, Caspian. My heart, my blood, my life-- fifteen years of work, and for what? To be sent back like a wayward child? To be forced back into the body of a girl and told I am too old for the land I grew up in? How can that not be painful?"