"Elena," he found her crouched next to the river. "There you are." He took a step closer cautiously at first. She hadn't snapped or turned to shout at him and that worried him. Then he noticed her moving shoulders and small silent sobs. "Elena, don't cry." He moved to sit next to her by the silent river. "Elena. Please stop."

"Oh, God." She cried out looking up from her knees that she was hugging. "Peter, I'm terrible."

"No. You're not."

"How can you say that? you saw me."

"You didn't mean to do it."

"But I did. That's the main thing. I did do it and you heard what he said."

"Just ignore them."

"But what if they're right, Peter? What if I really am –"

"You're not!" He snapped interrupting her "I won't hear it. I don't care what they say. You are not evil!" Elena looked up at him as he shook with fury his hands in angry tight fists by his side.

"Peter you can't deny it that it looked like I was. That whole town, Oh God." She cried remembering again.

"Look at me Elena. Look at me." she slowly obeyed her red puffy eyes meeting his. "It doesn't matter what any of those people say about prophecy or anything else because they are scared. Remember, people don't tell the truth when they are scared," she smiled laughing lightly at the words she had told him. "Everyone's left them. Aslan, Caspian… even Susan their own queen of old!" Elena grabbed his hand when he said this; she knew how much he hated talking about Susan's abandonment. He squeezed her tiny hand in his and carried on his sentence "They just need someone to blame this on, and you're an easy target."

It wasn't even a second before Peter's strong arms pulled her into his chest. She sniffled into the strong, safe embrace before she started to hysterically sob. Peter didn't say anything after that he just stroked her hair and rocked her, Elena was grateful of this.