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[treading_dawn]

In one of the more shadowed corners of the bar something stirs, tawny-gold fur catching the light.

It is a Lion, head coming up off his forepaws, solemn golden eyes watching the patrons as they pass by.

Aslan has been here for quite some time.

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[mistressmaryquitecontrary]

A pause.

Then: "Someone," Mary says, rather hesitantly, "asked me today if I was going to heal people when I grew up. When I told him about my garden."

[treading_dawn]

"And when you answered?"

Golden eyes watch Mary, solemn and unblinking.

[mistressmaryquitecontrary]

The words come out in a rush.

"I think - I think I might like to."

[treading_dawn]

His voice is warm, indeed, when next he speaks.

"Then take heart, child, and set your will toward it. This will do, for a beginning."

[mistressmaryquitecontrary]

Mary lets out a breath that she hadn't known she was holding.

Simply: "I am glad."