She missed Narnia, every day of her life she missed it, sometimes before going to sleep she hoped to wake up again in Cair Paravel, but that never happened, and probably never would. Seeing the dull landscapes of London made her tired, she missed the shores of Narnia, the green forests, she missed all that magic that sprang from Narnia, but something she never expected, is that she could find that magic again with you.

—"It's something...abstract"

Over time she stopped looking for a meaning to your paintings, as with your books she stopped looking for a logical meaning and as she had done much of her childhood, she was carried away by the magic that radiated from your stories and paintings. Thanks to your poorly paid job in Lucy's words, writing some children's stories and painting illustrations for other artists she had acquired a hobbie to visit you and just watch you work, even some of your paintings reminded her of Narnia. She perches next to you taking off the vest of her uniform and looks closely at your unfinished canvas, smiles a little.

—"Although I like it, It's very much yours"

She smiles full of joy, she loved spending time with you even if her brothers didn't understand, you never judged her, when she told you her Narnia stories you always seemed interested in knowing more and more, and even if you didn't really believe her, she loved telling you everything she had lived, likewise, she adored that you told her your ideas for new stories or new paintings.