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Soon enough, Arlen has packed everything Nior deems necessary, and Harin has secured his adventure kit/combat bindle. They are ready for adventure.
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"Well, we're hardly the ones to ask, you know. As we said, Aslan is on the move. You can ask him about it when he comes."
first-and-final
"Do you know how we're meant to find him, then? Or is it just a matter of keeping ahead of the White Witch's people until Aslan finds us?"
"Oh, no, he'll meet you at the Stone Table, that's known. You'll have supper with us, of course, but then we can take you along the way."
"Oh! It's no trouble at all, when's the next time I'll be able to feed the Sons of Adam, hmm?"
There's something of an awkward silence.
"I'm, ah, not quite sure. Just something one says."
"I'm, ah, not quite sure. Just something one says."
An egg timer rings. "Oh, good, supper's ready."
Supper is delicious. The Beavers focus on plant-based fare, but are notably not vegetarian; the meal features ham and squash and a great deal of butter.
unmarred
"How'd you turn up all this in the middle of an everlasting winter?"
"Oh, the Cornucopia, of course. It's a real blessing in this time of need, the Cornucopia."
"...It's a horn that makes food. Sorry, it's surprisingly easy to forget that you're, ah, foreign."
"I'm not sure I knew there was another language to speak. But when in doubt, it's like as not something to do with Aslan."
dontbelieveinfairies
All this talk of Aslan has left Harin feeling somewhere between "better than he's felt in his life" and "full of holes ripped in his heart". He excuses himself quietly and goes to sit on the dam and feel things.
first-and-final
Mir glances after him and wonders about the balance of politeness, appropriateness, and safety concerns. Then he sighs and doesn't follow.
"Is your friend all right? It's awfully cold out there."
"Oh, we've got blankets aplenty, though my sewing machine's hardly what it once was. I'll show you, you can take one to him. Such a nice boy."
Mrs. Beaver bustles along to the linen closet and provides Mir with a downright obnoxiously fluffy blanket. "And it's all warm and dry, so that's well and good. And take up a cup of tea, as well. Or two, one for yourself. And you'd better have some biscuits..." She bustles together a basket for him to bring Harin.
first-and-final
Mir eventually escapes. He goes out to Harin, basket in hand, blanket over arm.
dontbelieveinfairies
Harin is sitting outside, hugging his knees, and learning the principle that leaving the room when you are upset does not accomplish very much for your emotional state unless someone follows you out.