It's a little difficult to hold the umbrella and her at the same time, but he manages. It's incredibly important, after all, that he cling tight to her and rest his nose against her hair.

It's her. He's here, and he's with her, and they don't have to miss each other as they already have for a lifetime.

"--Lucy."

He can't help the lump that rises in his throat as he keeps murmuring her name, reverently spoken in a way only a little less than the way he refers to the Lion himself.