Anne's hand cupped his cheek, stroked his hair, hushing him softly. All the while her eyes kept focused on him. Her forehead pressed against his, bringing him close.

"Shhh, shhhh, it's all right," she tried to soothe him further. "You're safe, love. I'm here."

She pulled back a bit, to look at him properly. Her hand slowly stroked down his cheek, down to his shoulder to rub where she had shook him. Anne wanted to rub away any pain she may have caused.

"Caspian? Are you all right?"