[She considers it for a moment, and takes his other hand]
Oh, it doesn't work so easily in Narnia. What I imagine; I would be sitting court one day, terribly bored, and I would go to the beach - the one beside Cair Paravel is beautiful, you know, with water so clear you can see each fish to the bottom, and so blue the sky gets jealous - and I would come down and you would be sitting there, rocking in your sailboat.
I've sailed through worlds you would tell me, and found the only path here, and risked my life, and you look like a Queen.
And that's how you would find me, with the bottom of my skirts drenched in seawater and my crown missing and my hair blowing with sea-air, and you would look like some god of the sea.
Open;
Oh, it doesn't work so easily in Narnia. What I imagine; I would be sitting court one day, terribly bored, and I would go to the beach - the one beside Cair Paravel is beautiful, you know, with water so clear you can see each fish to the bottom, and so blue the sky gets jealous - and I would come down and you would be sitting there, rocking in your sailboat.
I've sailed through worlds you would tell me, and found the only path here, and risked my life, and you look like a Queen.
And that's how you would find me, with the bottom of my skirts drenched in seawater and my crown missing and my hair blowing with sea-air, and you would look like some god of the sea.
Does that suffice?