Caspian stared. "King, but how did you know?" he asked, looking at her quizzically. Sure, people in this strange land had heard of his own, but that wasn't so odd, was it? This girl, on the other hand, seemed to not only know where he was from, but who he was. Interesting.

Getting up, Caspian took her things, slinging her bag over his shoulder and tucking her book under one arm, her key in the same hand. "Perhaps we should get you something to eat, and find your quarters?" he suggested, offering a hand to help her off of the wall. "Things tend to seem a bit less hopeless when you have a full stomach and the promise of a place to lay your head." At least, that's how he felt about things, but then again, he was male, and ruled by food and sleep.