Peter skidded to the library with Alana in tow. He find Elora as the servants said she was waiting for him.  She was standing by the window that overlooked the woods.

Edmund's woods.

She was almost crying, Peter was pretty sure he knew why. He cleared his throat to make his presence known and she turned around, her eyes instantly landed on Peter and Alana's hands. Peter looked down and realized he was still clutching Alana's hand from when he had ran through the halls and had helped her up when she had fallen.

Elora caught his eye and raised an eyebrow, smirking. Peter dropped Alana's hand and his fell to his side.

"This is Alana. Alana, this is Elora, your cousin. Also the queen of Narnia."

Alana curtsied and her eyes widened.

"Nice to meet you, your-"

"Just call me Elora. We are related, apparently. Alana we need your help. My husband is under a spell and... and..." Elora trailed off, biting her lip. Peter patted her shoulder.

"He is bewitched by the one casting the spell. But we don't think he chose this. It is all the spell, and we don't know how to break it."

Alana looked deep in thought.

"I can help you." She said softly. Elora looked at her gratefully.

"Thank you." Elora murmured.

"Aslan just told me how to break the spell."

All turned at the sound of Lucy's voice. Peter raised an eyebrow.

"Are you under the spell?" He asked. Lucy shook her head.

"No. I was, but I'm not now."

Peter looked unsure. Lucy sighed.

"Aslan said that you must find Josheth and he has the necklace of healing." Lucy muttered bitterly. Peter's eyes widened and he looked at Elora. They both looked at Alana. Who shook her head.

"I don't think we own such thing." She said softly. Elora sniffed sadly.

"Couldn't we at least ask?" She questioned. Alana nodded slowly and unsurely.

"I guess. It wouldn't hurt." She murmured. Elora hugged her tightly.

"Thank you. For being willing." She whispered. Alana nodded and both girls followed Peter out.