Lucy stands stone-faced for Clarissa's kiss

Lucy grasped the handle of Edmund and Clarissa's cabin door.

"No, don't go, Lucy, give me a kiss!" Clarissa demanded.

Lucy stood at the door, stone-faced, her cheeks blooming red with anger. Clarissa pulled on Lucy's shoulders to make her bend, then tilted her lips up to Lucy's.

"Oh, Lucy, why won't you kiss me," Clarissa complained. "I thought you...oh, I was sure!"

Clarissa crumpled, weeping, onto the bed beside Edmund.

Lucy swallowed and struggled to govern her voice. "I trust we will all feel better in the morning," she said. "My shawl?" Lucy asked.

Clarissa did not resist as Lucy took the mantle from her shoulders.

"Good night," Lucy said.

Lucy searched Edmund's eyes for a long moment before she turned the handle and let herself out.