"Everything's harder there, oh aye," she replies, and oh, but it's soft and knowing.

(no peace but the clearing - no secrets between souls)

"Here it doesn't matter." And here, perhaps especially here in this clearing-- for a moment there's something about her, just for a moment, as fog-gray eyes are somehow shadowed--

(bird and bear and hare and fish - I remember, I do)

--something less dream and more memory, more Susan and less the Girl in the Window who in some ways could be and is the mirror of Lucy's own self.

She glances up, catching the other girl's gaze.

"Mayhap if thee talked with her...?"