It had not slipped past Peter's notice that Susan had fallen ill and was feeling miserable. It was nothing more than a cold, but if she did not slow down and rest it would soon grow into something much more dangerous. However, it was Yuletide season, and she had been scampering from one end of the Cair to the other, desperately trying to prepare for the massive amounts of guests that would be arriving in two day's time. Eating dinner in the Dining Room with his siblings, however, allowed Peter to see his sister deflate. He watched, with some amusement, as his sister began to sway with exhaustion, still attempting to keep up her conversation with Edmund.
"Oh, that's quite lovely Edmund, I do hope-"
Queen Susan pitched forward, and, within a few seconds, was sound asleep with her head resting on the table. Peter sighed, pushing back from his place at the table, and leaned down to pick his sister up in his arms.
"Okay, Susan. Time for bed."