#gentlearrow

Though, she had taken his hand, they were still moving on foot. He had to let her go. Even if she didn’t make it, he absolutely had to. She couldn’t, and wouldn’t, let him die because of her.

"You have to return to Narnia. You are its King now. They’ll kill us both, when they catch up to us," she spoke, her tone wavering, "I’ll slow us down, at this rate. Caspian, you must go, alone.”

As soon as he realised what she was suggesting, he shook his head violently. "No. No. If you think for one moment that I'm just going to leave you, then you're entirely wrong. We'll be fine; we have a decent lead - we just have to keep going. 

But he wasn't entirely sure if he believed his own words, just because they had lost sight of the men between the trees didn't mean they had lost them. They were outnumbered ten to one, and although Caspian was confident in his fighting abilities even he could not battle ten men at once! 

"Come on. I'll carry you if I must. We've made it this far together, and we are only a day away from Cair Paravel now. I'm not leaving you."