"It'd have to be something that she doesn't expect - or maybe she expects it, but the whole arrangement will still let her do something she can't resist?"
"I don't think he wants to talk about it," observes Bella after a silence.
"I could probably manage it if I decided it was definitely a better idea than seeing what Aslan's up to for sure," she says. "I'm not sure I've decided that."
"Yeah. I mean - maybe he didn't want to worry us, but we're already worried, so that's wrecked."
"Kind of. Let's wait for everyone to settle down some more. I don't think Aslan's gone yet."
The creatures sleep.
Bella takes up her staff, and gets to her feet.
James follows, wearing her sword and shield on her back on an in-case basis.
He seems to be taking the same route he led them down to get to the ford from the hilltop, the other way.
"'Wanted for other purposes'," James murmurs. "That's what he said about the Table, before we left."
"Why would somebody make a table out of rocks with nasty bloody laws written on them, anyway?"