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One year.
He's been here a year, and always, no matter how much he's enjoyed it here at times, there's always been the constant lingering ache of not home, and the memory of the state Narnia was in when he left it.
So when he enters from the House of Arch and sees the front door for the first time in that year, it's little wonder that he goes pale, breath catching sharply, and then sinks abruptly in the nearest available seat.
He's still staring at the door. For the moment, he doesn't have eyes for anything else.
He's been here a year, and always, no matter how much he's enjoyed it here at times, there's always been the constant lingering ache of not home, and the memory of the state Narnia was in when he left it.
So when he enters from the House of Arch and sees the front door for the first time in that year, it's little wonder that he goes pale, breath catching sharply, and then sinks abruptly in the nearest available seat.
He's still staring at the door. For the moment, he doesn't have eyes for anything else.