It’s not that she hates Narnia, she never could, it’s a part of her bones. But to live so long in a place that has a place for you, and then to leave without warning is bad enough; to be called back for the very shortest of times and told that it is the last time is unbearable.

She will make her own life here, plant herself in this soil, and if anyone asks her to uproot all she is a third time, she will have to answer that she is simply too old to be other than she is.