So this is a potential series of drabbles (or maybe just the one), dealing with Lucy, during the Golden Age, who is struggling with anorexia. 'Ware the trigger warning. And as for why this topic is close to my heart. Yeah. Pray for me.
"I don't think I can." It was a whisper, but Edmund still heard.
"Yes, you can," he said, voice gentle. "Lion's Mane, Lu, you haven't eaten for two days."
"I—I know," she admitted, voice catching. "I can't."
"Isn't there something I can get you?" he asked, putting an arm around her shoulders and feeling the bones. "Something, anything?"
She shook her head miserably. "Don't tell Susan. Please, Ed, whatever you do, don't tell Su."
He studied his sister, a shadow of the Queen she was, and wondered when he must tell Susan. Aslan help us. Aslan, help my sister.
100 words isn't really enough to do justice to this kind of topic. Might do a few double drabbles, I dunno. But drabbles are good practise because I tend to be wordy.