He wasn’t entirely sure he believed him, but that was his business at the end of the night. So long as he could claim the bridge alone.

Aslan tilted his head up to maintain eye contact at the fellow’s looming approach. Emaciated, at least. Aslan could probably tip him over one-handed if push came to shove.

“I know jack-all about either,” Aslan laughed, seeming entirely at ease, “so you two can sort that out.”

Not entirely true. He and Nisa had kept the occasional little ferns alive with a dash of water every time they started shriveling, back at the general store.

“I doubt they would appreciate us bursting in at this hour – but some time during the day, I can take you.”