Susan was able to follow this relatively easily. It wasn't the first time she'd been magically recruited to fight in someone else's war. But Narnia was different - Narnia had very quickly become part of her blood, and even the air of Narnia did strange and wonderful things to her, making her feel as if she belonged, as if she was welcome and wiser and stronger and home. It had felt the same when she returned and she almost felt she still carried it with her. Susan of Finchley would have had a difficult time walking all day every day for two straight weeks. Susan of Narnia was only a little sore.

But there was a difference - or perhaps a similarity - there as well. He could 'feel' the shard? It made him stronger? Susan's gaze lingered on Gendry's arms in simple assessment. No, he wasn't one she'd like to fight up close.

"You felt it burn?" Magic. It had to be magic. "And what do you mean, 'learn how to use it?' It's not a... tool of some kind, right? I mean, they are inside us."