So Susan rises and draws him up. This is, in fact, a ruse to be held in another way; she pulls and tugs until he's standing flush behind her, wrapping his arms around her from behind.

"I agree," she says thoughtfully, leaning back against his chest. "It would be rather nice to have a rug underfoot. Perhaps something in the Oriental fashion?" She pictures it for a moment, then nods to herself. "Or even Calormen, if the Mansion can be guided into producing Narnian goods. The textiles in the Tarkaan homes I saw were unlike anything else I've ever seen."