And when Lucy stands and walks away, it's to go to the Bar and write out several notes.
She's
I think I just
We
The White Witch is here.
-Lucy
I need you to be very calm when you read this, all right?
Please?
Jadis is here. She's--I don't--
Ed, I think she's utterly mad.
She said she loved me, for Aslan's sake
Just--oh Edmund, please, remember she can't hurt you here?
-Lucy
Alanna,
Have you been told about the White Witch? She's--she's much like Blodwen, I think, if not worse.
She's here. And I don't think she's sane.
I truly think that security should watch her.
-Lucy
Finishing the last note, she asks Bar, "Would you please deliver these as quickly as possible?"
They disappear, and Lucy realizes her hands are shaking, watching flakes of burned skin fall off them, and trying not to think of whose skin it is.
She's certain she'll be scrubbing them for a long time.