"My love," softly, and with another brush of her cheek, "I hear thee, but this is not Narnia. This is not anything predictable. This place is mad, and helpful only when it chooses to be. Thou hast set thy hand to understanding it, aye, but that does not mean thou hast failed when it plays another trick on us. It is thy work and good sense that will see us through."

His tone, his expression, make it clear that he has faith in her; if he looks a little deeper, he will find that that is also faith in them. In what they might do together.