The Stables - Friday Morning

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Edmund was cold when he awoke. He was also human again and quite naked, which he realised only after a few bleary blinks. He was human again. "Aslan's mane," he sighed in relief and reached over to the dishevelled pile of clothes he'd thought to bring out here during the week for when he turned back.

He stood and started to dress, with one thing in mind after this: breakfast. Preferably eggs.