"They do, no one's arguing that," Anne replied softly. "Your enemy is on the run, though our losses were heavy, we were victorious."

Anne leaned in then, her forehead resting against his. Her hand moved away, down to his shoulder.

"Your men are stronger than you give them credit for, Majesty. Have faith in them, as I have faith in you. They will protect Narnia in your absence," Anne laced her fingers with him. "They will fight through their pain until your strength has returned to you."