That night after the battle, Susan sat by the stream near Aslan's Camp, dipping her toes in the freshwater. It was a peaceful scene, but Susan felt just the opposite. Tears trickled down her cheeks, and she swiped them away. She couldn't stop thinking about the nightmare of Aslan's death. And even though he had come back to life and everything was alright, she just couldn't stop shaking. At that moment, someone sank on to the ground beside her, and she turned to see Peter's deep blue eyes. He slipped an arm around her, and she leaned her head on his shoulder.
Peter had noticed how quiet Susan had been all night. He knew that he needed to tread carefully, so he spoke in a gentle voice, "You've been so quiet tonight? Do you want to talk about it?"
At first, she shook her head, but then he heard a sob, and she spoke in a choked voice. "Oh, Peter! It was the worst thing I've ever seen. Aslan didn't' fight back, and they just kept torturing him! They cut off his mane, and tied and muzzled him. And before the Witch killed him, she taunted him. He kept shaking and looking at where we were hiding. And then, she screamed and drove that stone knife into him! It was terrible! I can still hear her screaming!" She kept talking faster and faster and finally collapsed against her brother's chest sobbing.
Peter held her and let her cry. He didn't even try to say anything. They sat like that for a long time, and finally, they both drifted off to sleep.
By the time Peter woke up, the first rays of dawn were touching the sky. He gently nudged Susan, and she stirred.
"Is it morning already?" She asked.
"Yes, it appears so! And we'd better hurry back to camp, they'll be wondering about us."
They hurried back, and just before they reached the tents, Peter grabbed his sister's hand again and spoke softly, "If you need to talk, please tell me! I love you!"
Susan nodded her head, "I love you too!"
THE END