Susan looks at Shen Yuan for a long minute, expression thoughtful but otherwise blank. She's considering what Shen Yuan knows about her, and what he doesn't. She hasn't really seen him since he kissed her, but she does like him. She thinks, perhaps, they have a few things in common. In many ways, she's not the same woman she was that night; she thinks perhaps he's not the same man he was that night, either.

Then she nods to herself, decision made.

"When I was a child, my brothers and my sister and I stumbled into a different world," she says. Her tone is mild; inflection-less. She's had a good day - she can still feel the ghost of Lancelot's hands on her body, his mouth on her jaw, and she's looking forward to their meal that evening - but this still isn't easy for her to talk about. "We were there for fifteen years before -" it spat us back out, she thinks to her own surprise. "We returned home. We went back a year later, in our time, much more briefly." She pauses. "Thomas remembered Narnia, specifically; I can't imagine I featured heavily in the stories. But during the first visit, I thought it might be forever."