[ He watches her speak with a quiet sort of awe, lips pursed against a solemn smile, and at the last - well, he laughs. Widely and openly, and it does turn into a coughing fit, but he's still laughing in between the harsh puffs of air. ]

You are wise beyond your years, Lucy Pevensie, but you are wrong about one thing. I haven't a worry in all the world.

[ He nods his head, sincerity and a genuine fondness in his smile. He's not worried (or at least, not outwardly, not in the sense she may be thinking), perhaps because he's the finest men and women at his side. There is faith in his eyes, in his people and their strength, and his own as a direct result of it. ]