Elora's eyes didn't open as quickly as Edmund expected. She did stir slightly but her eyes didnt open until a few minutes later. She struggled to stand but she was obviously still weak so Edmund silently picked her up and carried her to bed.

"E-Edmund?" Elora whispered. Edmund looked down at her.

"Yes?" He asked. She clung to his neck. Crying into his shoulder.

"You're back. Oh, Edmund. It's you." She sobbed. He closed his eyes and listened to her cries of relief.

She tightened her hold onto him and he stroked her hair.

"Shhhh. I'm right here." He soothed. Elora sniffed and shut her eyes. Edmund wiped away one of her tears with his thumb. She opened her eyes again and his brown eyes met her blue ones.

He smiled shakily.

"Thank you. For standing beside me." He murmured. She smiled.

"Not a problem." She whispered. He rubbed his eyes. She watched him for a minute.

"It wasn't exactly your fault." She whispered. He bit his lip.

"I know. But-"

She silenced him.

"No. I don't want to hear it. I've forgiven you. Peter has forgiven you."

Edmund blinked away tears quickly.

"Thank you." He said once more. They both fell asleep exhausted from the past week.