[ Trahearne reluctantly obliges... He's. He's trying not to scratch his fingers into Eustace's fur, like he would his own pets. This is very awkward, Eustace. He doesn't like it. He would never do this to a charr.

And so his hand withdraws rather quickly and he slides off at the same time. He dusts himself off (of fur) and offers a solemn nod. ]

I only did what I could. I would say you did most of the work, and for that I am grateful.

[ He looks up to the still sky, and he is satisfied. ]

Be safe, Eustace. I'll be back at camp if you need me.