Oh. Well. Peter could relate. Hence his softening smile and he opened his door a bit wider, stepping back. "That's all right," he told her in a familiarly comforting voice. "C'mon, it's cold out tonight."

Padding back to his bed--the covers barely stirred because he'd been sitting in the chair near the window, staring out into the night--the eldest Pevensie plopped down, plumped up the pillows and silently invited his little sister to curl in beside him.

He never minded being the comforter, unless they were all together. Then he had to be the leader, the rock, the steadfast anchor in all things. But this, just one with one, then it was allowed for him to be just a big brother.