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The Pevensie's along with Robin and Caspian sit around the Stone Table as they make plans.
"Cakes and kettledrums! That's your next big plan? Sending a little girl into the darkest parts of the forest alone?" Trumpkin asks outraged.
They decided that sending Lucy alone in the woods to find Aslan would be a good idea, but Robin was still worried and so were other narnians.
"It's our only chance." Peter argues.
"She won't be alone. I'm going with her." Robin decides. Eyes dart to her and Caspian sends her an unsure look but she ignores it.
Trumpkin frowns. "Haven't enough of us died already?"
"Nikabrik was my friend too, but he lost hope. Queen Lucy hasn't. And neither have I." Trufflehunter says.
Robin shuffles slightly, a habit she had when she was nervous. She stops when Caspian grasps her hand causing her to look at him. But he wasn't looking at her, instead he just squeezed her hand.
"For Aslan!" narnians shouted.
"I'm going with you." Trumpkin says as he looks at Robin and Lucy.
"They need you here." Robin frowns at him.
Peter sighs. "We have to hold them off until Lucy and Robin get back."
"If I may..." Caspian hesitates as eyes dart to him. Robin is suddenly reminded that they're still holding hands but when she went to pull away, Caspian's hold on her hand tightened. "Miraz may be a tyrant and a murderer. But as king, he is subject to the traditions and expectations of his people. There is one in particular that may buy us some time."
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Robin helps Lucy get up on a horse inside Aslan's How as they were getting ready for their departure.
As Robin goes to lift herself on her horse, Caspian comes next to her and puts his hands lightly on her waist, helping her up. Robin blows her cheeks, trying to hide her blush.
"Destier has served me well. You're in good hands." Caspian smiles at the two girls
"Or hooves." Lucy jokes as Robin snorts
Lucy turns to the front as she looks in her pouch as Robin turns to look at Caspian. "Take care, alright?"
Caspian smiles, his dimples showing. "Was gonna say that same thing. Just, don't fall off of the horse."
Robin scoffed as she rolled her eyes. "I fly on a dragon, I think the horse is fine." she replied amused. "Also, take good care of Aragorn okay?"
Caspian chuckled as he looked down in the little pouch that was strapped across his torse. "He's sleeping already. If we need him, we'll wake him up."
