It’s not that she doesn’t love Narnia—just that she loves the cultivated fields, the fresh air, the sun through clouds, the gentle whisper of wind in the trees, the feeling one can have of being entirely alone and surrounded by silence.

Will she ever have that again? Or will she be surrounded by others at every moment, whether she knows it or not—would an island in another world, a silent world, a world that is not looking at her, judging her, every moment, be so much worse?