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[called_lioness]

Lucy feels quiet.

She didn't know she could feel quiet, but she is, as she sits under a tree and picks at her skirt, pull threads and lint away.

She's made her choice, whether she told Caspian she'd wait or not, but in the meantime--

She's alive.

And she still doesn't know what she thinks about that.

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[mmquitecontrary]

"Why are you picking a hole in your skirt?"

Mary's voice is friendly but dubious, as she rounds the tree and pauses to squint at Lucy.

She's quite fond of Lucy, but the older girl does seem to do quite a variety of peculiar things.

[called_lioness]

"Because it's here?" she tries, and looks up and smiles.

"Hullo, Mary."

[mmquitecontrary]

Patiently: "Yes, but if there are holes in your clothes the wind will come in and make you cold in the winter. Also people will see your underthings."

[called_lioness]

"I'd rather not let most people see that," Lucy admits, and deliberately sets her hands at her sides.

"Though I feel they're nice enough underthings. How are you, Mary?"