Narnia was her home. She was cast out of it once, and she still has no idea why, losing her life, her country, her people, her friends and lovers, in the blink of an eye, left trying to put her trust in Aslan, thinking he must have had a good reason, knowing he loves her and her siblings, not believing he would put them through this for nothing.

Now she stands in front of the Lion and he tells her she can’t stay, she won’t ever return, and she feels what was left of her trust crumble away like dust, blowing in the soft Narnian breeze.