Well, I'm here. [ After all these years, Edmund is wouldn't know how to comfort his sister. It borders on uncomfortable, but he remains still under her hands, only briefly making a face when she drops a kiss on his cheek, because — well, siblings! ] Not out of my own volition, of course, though I suspect the same could be said about your own experience here.

It reminds me — [ Reminds him of what? Edmund pauses, thinking it through, though nothing really comes to him immediately. ] Never mind.

So, you glow. I can't believe I'm saying this, but it does suit you, Lucy.

[ She has always been the brightest light in Narnia, Aslan's greatest believer. ]