It's perhaps a good thing Caspian isn't attempting to drink his coffee; as it is, he very nearly chokes on nothing at all.

"We --"

His face is terribly warm.

"No, no. I don't -- I'm not sure why --"

He looks to Lineave for help, but the mare only nuzzles his shoulder, snuffling gently. "She's a dear friend," he finishes, finally, feeling very unsettled. "Why would you think that?"