I do not expect old heads on young shoulders.
Perhaps your own reiterated cries deafen you to the voice you hoped to hear
I came alive when I started loving you.
This was the very reason why you were brought to Narnia, that by knowing me here for a little, you may know me better there.
Be good, sweet maid, and don't forget that this involves being as clever as you can.
We do not truly see light, we only see slower things lit by it, so that for us light is on the edge-the last thing we know before things become too swift for us.