They spent a majority of the day walking deep into the forest until the sounds of the ocean faded away to nothing. They made good time considering Aimee's wound. She had frequent dizzy spells and if Jareth hadn't been keeping closer watch on her she would have injured herself further by falling.

"Aimee you need to stop and rest before you hurt yourself even more." Jareth said as he took hold of Aimee's arm before she fell over.

"I'm fine." Aimee said and jerked her arm out of his grip only for him to grab on again.

"No you're not. Now sit down." He said as he jerked her down onto a fallen tree.

"We don't have time for this." Aimee said as she watched the waning sun sink further. She stood up abruptly almost making Jareth who was sitting next to her to fall over. She cupped her hands around her mouth and took a deep breath. "ASLAN! WE NEED YOUR HELP! PLEASE!"

"Aimee, that's not going to…" Jareth went silent and stared over Aimee's shoulder as she slumped down to the ground breathing hard.

"I had to do something." Aimee said not noticing Jareth starring behind her. "I had to try."

"And you succeeded." Rumbled a deep voice causing Aimee spun around while still knelling and came face to face with the great lion Aslan. Aimee blinked a few times before speaking again.

"You are a really big cat." Aimee said and it was true. He was as tall as a horse and his fur shimmered gold, giving off a light that seemed to come from within him, but by far the most impressive thing about him were his caramel gold eyes that held all the warmth of the sun.

Aslan chuckled deeply then turned to Jareth who had stood. Jareth bowed at the waist.

"It is good to see you King Jareth." Aslan said.

"And you as well, Aslan." Jareth replied. "We are in need of your help." Jareth said as Aimee tried to stand up only to fall to the ground again then slumped over. "Aimee."

Jareth rushed over to try and help. As he held her up her head started to lull from side to side and her eyes had a glazed look to them. A trickle of blood ran down from under Tarrant's hat which Aimee had not taken off since Jareth had given it to her. Jareth removed the hat from Aimee's head and examined the wound which had reopened. The cloth covering her head was already soaked and he had to remove it.

Aslan calmly lowered his head to Aimee's wound and breathed on it. Aimee smiled lightly as she felt the warm breeze on her face. Her head stopped hurting and she could feel herself waking up. She blinked a few times as everything came into focus again. The first thing she saw was Aslan's face.

"Better?" He asked as Aimee shook the fog from her head.

"Much, thank you." Aimee said as she stood up slowly with Jareth's help. Jareth handed her Tarrant's hat which she place back on her head right away. Then she slowly turned back to Aslan. "I suppose you know why we're here."

"I do and I will lead you to the Phoenix first thing in the morning." He said, but Aimee wanted to continue right away.

"But we need to get there as soon as possible. We don't have…" Aimee was silenced with an understanding, but stern look from Aslan. "Tomorrow sounds great."

They made camp for the night and Aimee decided to take a walk through the woods. She watched as the tree spirits danced all around her and even joined them. They welcomed her warmly as a sister given her power over earth. She swirled and twirled until she caught sight of Aslan standing nearby and blushed. The trees all bowed in respect.

"You dance beautifully." He commented.

"Thank you." Aimee said then decided now was a good time to ask a question that had been burning in the back of her head, but then second guessed herself.

"Ask your question." Aslan said.

"Can't you defeat the Red Queen? Surely you must have the power." Aimee asked.

"Alas child, my powers are limited to Narnia as are Jareth to the underground. My powers would be greatly depleted if I were to step foot out of Narnia and would not be enough to defeat the Red Queen. That is why champions from your world are often needed to save ours. You have power where ever you go." Aslan said. "Now come, it is late and you will need to be rested for tomorrow."

Aimee nodded and followed Aslan back to the campsite. She watched as Aslan lay out next to their fire. She sat down next to him and started to twiddle her thumbs.

"Can pet your mane?" Aimee asked suddenly. Aslan gave what could only be called the lion equivalent of a smile and laughed as he nodded yes. Aimee stroked his mane and could hear Aslan's rumbling purr. She soon fell asleep, her face buried in his mane.