Susan looks back at Galahad for a long moment, then nods to herself, then says, "Do you know, when I was in Narnia, I was rather good at archery. I won any number of contests. And then when we went back, I'd forgotten quite a bit -- it had been an age since I'd shot seriously. But it was like there was something in the air, there, and - Aslan ensured Father Christmas gave me a bow and quiver that allowed me to pick it up immediately." She's quiet for another moment. "I forgot about Narnia for nearly nine years, and didn't practice once. I haven't got a magic bow any more." A fierce flash of a smile. "I'm nearly as good as I used to be."