[ As Tumnus could not mistake Aslan for any other, so Aslan cannot mistake the faun for any but himself. It's been many long years since the Witch's end, but Aslan remembers all who have ever loved and fought for him with fondness. He has not forgotten, nor will he ever.

Aslan smiles, with perhaps the slightest touch of melancholy as the faun approaches and bows before him. ]

There have been a great many surprised today, it would seem.

[ He nudges the faun gently with he great muzzle - an invitation to rise. ]

You are among friend here, Tumnus. You need not act otherwise.