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By the time dawn breaks, the Splendor Hyaline is well away from Calormene shores. Though she knows that the more time passes following the sun's rising, the more likely it is someone will come to look for her, but Susan doesn't want to deal with feeling the eyes of the crew on her, with sensing the tension she knows will be in the air from the concern that they'll be followed, and so she remains holed up in her cabin. There's a nook she can sit comfortably in that allows her to stretch her legs and lean her face against her window, and anyone who enters would be able to tell from the stillness of her posture and the untouched nature of her bedcovers that she hasn't slept a wink.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knows she should go out and face the day. But she can't quite bring herself to move from where she has been contemplating all that's happened and all that may come to pass.
She'll not notice, at first, when Edmund knocks.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knows she should go out and face the day. But she can't quite bring herself to move from where she has been contemplating all that's happened and all that may come to pass.
She'll not notice, at first, when Edmund knocks.
