[Edmund remains silent as Peter ties off his hair, tilting his head this way and that to test the weight of the braids. It's nice, brilliant, really. There's a satisfaction in wearing his hair in a Narnian style that he has been denied for far too long now.

Once that's settled, though? He's pushing himself up out of the tub, pulling the plug on the drain and snatching up one of those big fluffy towels Peter had brought before he can really get chilled. The temperature difference is vast but here at least the air is warmed with steam.

He needs to look at his brother for this.]

Peter Pevensie. You are the High King. You have never faltered or allowed doubt to come between yourself and your goals. I should hardly think a change of scenery would effect that.

[Aslan's mane it was strange, words he'd spoken to his brother just a year ago when they were all going off to different schools... only to end up back in Narnia with another young King to guide.]

Pretty words and niceties have never been your approach. You play to your strengths. And for you that is, perhaps, the most difficult of all. Honesty

[Ed lays a hand over Peter's, squeezing his fingers as hard as he dares.]

Inconvenient, brutal.... breathtaking honesty.