Two months later...

Elora held Arian and hummed softly. He was crying quietly, he was sick with a fever. She finally got him asleep and she laid him in bed and went down to find Peter, who had offered to watch Eliazer for a while.

She passed a painting of Edmund and she stopped and stared.

"Oh Aslan. Bring him home." She mumbled. She ran her fingers along the wooden frame as she forced tears to not come.

After standing and looking at the rest of the paintings she went to find Peter.

She found Peter with a sleeping Eliazer in his arms. He was looking at some papers. He looked up and saw her.

"Oh. Hi Elora. Is Arian asleep?" He asked. She nodded and took Eliazer from Peter.

"Thanks for watching. Do you by any chance know when Ed will be back?"

Peter shook his head slowly.

"No. He should have been back by now. Has he written any letters?" Elora shook her head in reply. Peter groaned.

"It is not like Edmund to not write while being away." He mused. Elora took a deep breath.

"I-I know!" She said. Peter ran a hand through his hair.

"Alright. I'll send one more letter. If I don't get a response I'm going to Calormene."

"Take me with you if you go." She said. Peter nodded slowly.

"I will."