"Are you sad again?"

Edmund asks in a quiet, ingratiating voice, but does not wait for an answer, and immediately silently sits down next to you on the grass slightly damp from the morning dew, his knee pressed against yours in a natural, inherent closeness. You sit slightly hunched over, your legs up to your ankles in the cold water of a small stream, from which goosebumps run along your skin under your dress.

Several months have passed since you decided to stay in Narnia forever, leaving behind the military gray London along with your past life. And although you never regretted the decision made, sincerely rejoiced at every ball and every battle won by the Narnians, sometimes early in the morning after waking up you still had a feeling of unreality of what was happening. And an all-consuming feeling of melancholy suddenly blossomed in your chest.

"Hey, talk to me." Edmund breaks the silence between you with a careful whisper, placing his hand on your knee, rubbing the folds of your dress, catching your attention. You turn to him, the tips of your lips involuntarily twitching into a soft smile. Edmund has become your support.

And you knew Edmund liked it. He liked knowing that he had a little person who needed his care and always wanted to be there.