[she can't imagine forgetting about Narnia. she was a queen there, it was true, but more than that? it was home. and her expression turns wistful as well]

I'm not sure we can, unless the magic of this place lulls us into forgetting.

[which is a terrifying thought. she repeats to herself, she is Susan Pevensie, Queen Susan the Gentle of Narnia. she'll repeat it to herself as many times as necessary to keep it fresh in her mind]

That's a good idea. Then, I suppose we'll be off in search of those with similar commands as us?