The campsite was all noise and talk. The High King had made a grand entrance with the red haired woman on his horse. He had looked much healthier then when he had collapsed earlier on. He looked like it hadn't happened at all. Aslan had said she was a Living One. Much like Aslan she was supposed to be a figure of legend. Yet here she was, alive and well, and hidden away with their High King.

Mirsan looked all around the little pavilion. Her Peter sat opposite her with the Great Lion Aslan. She remembered him from long ago. Although she wasn't sure just how long it was that she had been trapped in that place. The betrayal of a sister. Her other sisters, she had almost forgotten.

"Do they still exist?" She spoke finally. Aslan hook his head.

"What of the one who betrayed me?"

"She was destroyed. By the High King and myself."

Mirsan remembered the memory Peter had shared with her. The great battle. She had tried to murder this royal family. She gazed around, feeling the soft fur of the chair which she sat in. She felt like a newborn. Everything was strange to her, but familiar.

"How long did I sleep Great Lion?"

"Many ages Living One. A rough calculation estimated you slept for about six hundred years."

"I have missed much."

Peter leaned forward and took her hand. She felt that strong connection with him still. The one that told her heart she was his and his alone. She looked in his eyes. They were so much like hers in their color. His gaze was that of a man looking at a woman. She felt like she had found her home. Her Peter who braved the fires and saved her.

"There will be plenty of time to catch up on everything." He said gently.

Aslan smiled secretly to himself. He decided to depart the tent and leave them be. They had much to go over, and needed just a bit of time privately to themselves. He excused himself and left.

Peter watched her as she looked around, almost like she was re-exploring the world all over again. Wonder in her eyes. So much like his own. He wanted to reach out and touch her, hold her again. But he was still a bit nervous. He could feel this wanting within him. And it was getting harder to resist, all the more so now she was sitting right there in front of him.

"You're staring." She stated, smiling and blushing a little.

"I know" he replied simply.

She stood slowly and took up her place next to him. His heart was beating harder.

"It feels a little strange, not hearing you in my head anymore," he commented, "but seeing you safe next to me, is everything."

Mirsan nestled up to him, placing her head where his shoulder met his chest. Peter slowly put his arm around her, and then the other as well. He just held her close and closed his eyes. She had a sweet gentle perfume about her. Her hair was soft as he leaned his head against hers. It was all he could do to control himself from the thoughts in his mind.

Outside Lucy, Edmund and Susan spied on them briefly. Watching Mirsan get close to Peter. Seeing Peter smile for the first time in however many days. Maybe they really were meant to be. Susan wasn't saying anything, but Lucy could tell she was still very apprehensive to the whole thing. Something nudged Lucy. She turned around and found Aslan standing behind them. She tugged on Edmund's sleeve, who, when seeing Aslan, nudged Susan. They quickly closed their little spy hole and stood there sheepishly before him. Lucy could tell he was trying not to laugh at springing them.

"I would think they were granted a little quiet time after the last few days."

"Absolutely."

"Of course."

"Um sure."

Came the responses and made off in different directions. Aslan then smiled once they were out of sight. He was sure they were just curious.

Lucy had caught up with Edmund. They were helping with wood for the night and catching food. The way the camp was acting, it was going to be a night of celebration. Their king was well and they had rescued a living one. Lucy voiced her concerns about Susan's recent behavior.

"I said what I said and that's the end of it Lu," Edmund replied. "She's not mother, and we're not little kids anymore."

"Do you think she's just scared of us growing apart?"

"Quite possibly, I mean we're all going to grow apart in some fashion. We'll be adults, each with our own lives." He looked back at the camp, at Peter's tent. "Although I think Peter's life may just be meant to be played out here."

"Do you think we'll be sent home now?" she wondered. Edmund shook his head. He was sure there was more to come.

"I've just got this feeling the adventure isn't over yet."

Lucy sat down and pulled at some grass. She had made her decision a while ago.

"I don't want to go back at all. Narnia is my home."

Edmund sat down next to her. He knew how she felt. He felt he belonged here to. The only person that didn't was Susan. And they didn't understand why, when she always claimed to love this place just as much. He knew Susan would not be happy with this decision.

Peter and Mirsan had just stayed that way for hours. Just listening to each other breathe. He leaned her back into the bedding and covered her. He slipped out of the pavilion silently. He walked amongst the camp. And he found Lucy and Edmund on the fringes talking.

"Hey Lu, hey Ed."

They both jumped up and hugged him.

"Are you feeling better?"

"Very much so."

"No more fainting spells?" Edmund quipped. Peter shoved him playfully. Edmund's face went serious. Lucy stopped laughing. Peter smelled something was up.

"Ok, spill, what's eating at you two?"

Lucy and Edmund shared a look and sat back down. Peter placed himself directly in front of them.

"We know you're going to stay here in Narnia."

Peter nodded; he knew a conversation like this would come eventually. He wanted to know what they wanted to do.

"Yes, I had made that decision. Narnia needs me, and I need Narnia."

"And Mirsan?" asked Lucy.

"Now that I've found her, I will not leave her side. I feel like I've found the other half of me."

Lucy smiled warmly. Her big brother was now a king, and a man in love.

"We don't want to leave Narnia either. Ever." Edmund said.

"So you three are just going to give up on your lives back home and run from your responsibilities there are you? What about me? Am I supposed to give up the things I want just because you three selfishly want to stay here?"

Susan had overheard their little conversation. She was fuming at them. How dare they just decide that they weren't going back to their real home? And not think of her feelings too.

"Su, we aren't making you do anything." Edmund protested.

Susan crossed her arms.

"Susan, we each make our own decisions. And it just happens that we feel more at home here than anywhere."

"And I'm supposed to just stay and be unhappy, or go back and be alone without my family. Not much of a choice." Susan in truth did love narnia, its just she didn't know where she wanted to be. She wasn't really mad at them, but then again, they didn't wait to talk to her, and they've just accepted a woman, who's sister tried to kill them. Didn't they consider that she could be playing them all.

Lucy, Edmund and Peter went to protest, Susan just held up her hand to stop them.

"Don't even bother, I don't want to hear it just now."

Susan stormed off. Lucy flopped down to the ground where she had been sitting. Edmund and Peter watched Susan storm off. Edmund rolled his eyes, Peter sighed and shook his head. Peter didn't understand why Susan was so angry about everything.