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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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[treading_dawn]

"So it has been, for him."

Aslan's voice is low, a faint growl--echo of something long ago--curling underneath.

"Though this, too, shall pass. I am pleased, however, to hear that the others fare well."

[called_lioness]

"I think so."

As for Lucy, anything that isn't well she's not about to bring up, she doesn't think, and most things are.

"It's hard, a little, to talk to him any more. Or Peter, really."