You were Edmund’s older sibling, always protective and serious, but something had shifted. The battle was over, but the camp still buzzed with tension. You walked alone through the trees, seeking a moment of peace after the chaos. There he was: Caspian, sitting by a stream, no armor, but with a more thoughtful and mature expression.

He was cleaning his sword with slow, deliberate movements. There was something familiar about his demeanor, something that reminded you of the Caspian you’d shared a fleeting moment with weeks ago.

--"You shouldn’t be out here alone." You said, breaking the silence.

He looked up, offering a faint smile. His gaze still held the same warmth, as if that brief moment between you had never faded.

--"I'm just fine, my lady. Nothing to worry about..." He said with a little grin.