Dear Liana
It has been three days now. There is no one at breakfast to listen to Peter's rants or to make Susan laugh or to remind Edmund that sleep and food are a necessity. You have integrated yourself so much into our lives that I find even a day without your face impossible to imagine. I miss you terribly, and I want to remind you again and again that your home is with us, now and forever. Please hurry back and be careful.
I will be enclosing notes from Edmund as well in the future, since I know your love for propriety will demand that you do not communicate with him so openly. Peter sends his love and tells us all to stop worrying. I think he believes in your abilities without question, and so do we, of course, but I suppose it is the feminine side of us that takes over. However, in Edmund's case, it is something else entirely.
I hope you are not too worried about him. Emotional though he is, he understands that what you are doing is for the greater good, and I am sure he does not begrudge you your sense of duty, since it is strong within him as well. I shall try to pester him to write to you regularly. Perhaps that will keep him sane, and by extension the rest of Cair Paravel as well. However, I make no promises. He truly is a terrible correspondent.
Hurry back
Lucy
