My dearest Edmund
I have arrived safely, but find myself unable to deliver more than a few lines with the rider you so graciously (and forcefully) sent as a messenger. Only know that I am well, but exhausted, and could do with a good night's sleep. However, it is still light out and if I want to get back soon I need to get started immediately. The Mir of this village is a courteous man, though I suspect that has more to do with Peter's letter than his own disposition. My rooms are comfortable, Lyra has been taken care of exceptionally well and Mr. Tumnus is already unpacking the carriage. The post here is reliable, I am told, and you should receive my letters the day after I write them. For now, I must go. Give my love to your siblings, and remind them not to worry. You would do well to remember it also.
Yours
Liana
P.S. I love you and I miss you already.
