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It is a known fact that a mun who once rpsterbates will, in fact, give in to rpsterbating again, even if she had sworn never to, for the sake of her sanity.

This may be why Kitty is sitting with Sunny on her lap, an amused expression on her face.

The amused expression may be caused by the fact that Sunny is reading to her Alice in Wonderland, pausing now and again to babble about one part of the story or another.

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There's a pause.

"But he's the Lion."

Poor Kitty. Mayhap she'll feel closer to him if she thinks about the fact that her name is feline?

"...Yes, I got that."

Kitty is, sadly, illogical in such areas.

Sunny mutters, "'Esus-Puppy," around a mouthful of book, and seems content.

"Ye've not met him, then." She seems certain of this, and the reason why is clear as she continues,

"Ye'd understand, if ye had."

"Haven't met him," she agrees.

I don't think I want to. Kitty has no doubt that he would see her for what she is.
(like father like daughter)
And no matter what Edmund says, she doesn't think he'd like her, or think Edmund should (love) date her, be with her, and Kitty thinks he would be right to believe that.

Susan's smile is bright and shining now, and she hugs Sunny to her, beaming at Kitty.

"He's-- he's the Lion. He's a Guardian. He's -- he's wonderful, Kitty, say true."

"Say twue," Sunny agrees.

Kitty smiles, a little wistfully. "I think it's because of those facts that I don't know that he'd like me, Susan."

She blinks.

"Why wouldn't he?"

"Well. His--well, his form, I suppose, in my world, as Jesus or whatever, assuming I have the allegory straight and all, I don't have any devotion to him. And..." She shrugs after a minute. "He's good, and I'm not, even as far as humans go, really, and I don't know that he'd like me very much for that, or think I was particularly good for Edmund, or--well. That. Yes." Biting on knuckle, absently.

"He's the same as the Man Jesus?" Blankly, then Susan shakes her head and says gently,

"He's -- the Guardians, the stories were, looked after the Beams that held up the Tower. One of them is a Lion -- mayhap it's not the same, but it -- oh, Kitty, it might as well be. He were-- it's hard to explain."

"But I'm not-- I'm not good, either, and he-- he were kind to me."

"I believe you." Quietly, then, "But it unnerves me. Mayhap because I've had too much time to think over it, and not meet him." She shrugs and Sunny rolls her eyes.

Grownups are silly.

"He's in the forest betimes," Susan tells her. "Mayhap ye'll see him there."

Shifting Sunny's weight to one arm and her hip, Susan stretches out her other hand to Kitty, in comfort.

"It'll be all right."

Kitty takes the hand offered and holds it, something like gratefully.

"I'm sure you're right. It's just--I don't do well. With relationships. Boyfriend one died, boyfriend two died, girlfriend got possessed by a galactic force and went a few millenia into the future." Beat. "Course, boyfriend one came back to life in a scary way, boyfriend two faked his death and is living in London, which he thinks I don't know, the bastard, and girlfriend came back after that timeline was erased. And my lovelife hurts my head. But the point that I was going to make before I got seriously sidetracked was that--actually, I think it's just that I'm scared." Faint smile. "Silly me."

She's a little bit shell-shocked by this, but squeezes Kitty's hand tightly and focuses on that which she understands.

"There's naught to be shamed of in being scared, Kitty, say true. But thee needn't be scared like that, not of the Lion, I wot."

"M'sure you're right," after a moment. But I am. "It'd be better if I could just meet him and not imagine it worse than I'm sure it is, but...well. Yes."

Perhaps Kitty'll go walking in the woods.

Just in case she sees a Lion.

(Or maybe not, because avoidance is better, or at least easier, at times, than facing a fear.)

"Mayhap ye will," she says hopefully. "I'd not thought I'd ever-- but I did, and so."

"Mayhap," softly, and Kitty takes the formerly cobra, now sleeping girl Sunny out of Susan's arms with a smile, then picking up the book. "Say thankya, Sue, for holding her."

"I were glad to," she tells Kitty, smiling softly at them.

"Long days and pleasant nights to ye both."

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