"We lost-- the Hyaline. They need-- they need their King."

She was right, of course. He needed to rest. He needed to come before Narnia as a strong, hale monarch, undefeated and unbowed despite their losses. It just didn't stop him from wishing it could be otherwise.

"Anne..."

His brow furrowed, eyes closing for a moment in exhausted frustration.

"...who will-- who will ease their hurt?"