Okay, I know it has been a while, but I finally updated this. This one had been playing around in my head; I just needed to find the time to write it all down. I hope you like it, if you don't please say something. As always point out character flaws and grammar and spelling mistakes. Also a bit of a teaser, I have a new one that is floating around for Susan which will probably be next. So enjoy and review.

Lucy sat for the first time all night, it was near morning, she hadn't slept for almost a full day and a half. Everything had begun to quiet; screaming patients had been sedated or given Cordial to mend their bodies. Not everyone could be fixed by the magical juice. Some because they were too far gone, others because their injuries were not life threatening, still others because they refused. She chose to walk a bit by herself; the patients were in good hands. Some ways from the camp she sat on a broken tree.

She rubbed the back of her neck, pushing on the muscles ignoring the crackling of the blood on her hand. She was a mess; her hair was braided down her back. Before she came to the field hospital, she changed into a simple gown of royal blue, covering it with an already stained apron. The fluted sleeves would have gotten in her way so she wrapped them around her wrists holding it down with a wrist guard. Everything on her was smudged with black and red.

Slowly she straightened her back, pushing as her muscles refused to stretch. She twisted and turned trying to work out all the stiffness. The last four hours had been chaos, body after body coming in off the field laid side by side. All night she had been bending over one animal after another, looking for what she could do. It was remarkable how fast a bone could be set when you are hurried.

Sometimes she was truly amazed at the skills she had acquired in the years she had been in Narnia. She could set bones, fix dislocated joints, sew sutures, and bandage the most gruesome of wounds all without a thought. It was almost automatic. At first Peter was reluctant to let her anywhere near bloodshed and wounded, but she pointed out that Aslan gave her the cordial not Edmund or Susan or Peter. She turned out to be the most attentive nurse, starting out in the little medical section of the castle learning from the nurses how to do everything. As Peter started launching campaigns farther and farther from the Cair Paravel, she insisted on joining him with a movable medical station like they had back home on the front. He reluctantly agreed, yet refused point blank to allow her on the field until she was older, tactfully not specifying when. Lucy was content for then, but now she was thirteen and still deemed not old enough to go on the field.

She was rather insistent on doing something more than watching as the dead were placed outside the camp and trying to help the living. She just knew that if she could get to them sooner; do more, that fewer would die. Peter didn't have much to argue against this with, instead leaving her with half answered questions or rushed dismissals to let him do his work. She pondered when her next attack would be and various tactics as she pushed on her lower back.

As she was stretching she felt something slid off of her lap, looking down she noticed her cordial lying on the floor. She didn't remember bring it with her. She reached for it, cradling it in her hands as she studied the carving in the bottle. The liquid sloshed this way and that. It astonished her that even though she used it over and over it always stayed three quarters full.

She traced the wings of the eagle feeling each ripple; whoever carved the jar must have spent half of his life getting every detail right. She loved the way the eagle's wings spread out over two golden flowers, the mountains and sunrays spreading behind them. The picture made her think of Aslan's country, far beyond the sea. It shouldn't surprise her that it depicted that, seeing as how the cordial was made from fire-flowers on the mountains of the sun which rose from the East, Aslan's country. Yet still she loved it, she loved the sea, she loved the east, and she loved Aslan with all her heart.

As she was staring at the bottle she barely noticed Edmund approaching. He sat besides her, laying his chain mail gloves aside before saying softly, "What are you looking at, Lu?"

"I was just wondering at my cordial." She replied still turning it this way and that to watch as the gathering light of morning play across golden flowers carefully guarded by the spread wings of the eagles.

"Tis a wonder to behold is it not." Her brother replied resting his chin on her shoulder to get as close of the same view that she had. Lucy easily compensated to lean a bit on him, not at all minding the feel of his cold chain mail on her back.

"Yes it is" She said before allowing silence to reign. Neither bothered to speak, just enjoying each other's company. Lucy barely noticed as Ed's arms wrapped around her waist his head leaning on her. He was not often like this, but when he did feel affectionate Lucy was always ready to comply. There was something about battle, about almost losing his life that made him remember how precious his siblings were to him.

"Do you know what all that means." He asked looking at the cordial again.

"You silly twit, it doesn't mean anything at all, it's just decorations." Lucy replied, twisting to look at him.

"No it isn't." Edmund replied, aghast. "It means quite a bit I'll have you know. I found out all about it quite a while ago. There was a book lying out in the library one day, I think around the time of our coronation. I was wondering about several things so I looked through it, something I made note to look up and write down was about your cordial. I had meant to give you a copy of what I found, but rather forgot until just now. I don't have the paper on me, but I remember most of what it said."

"Alright, than tell me." Lucy said just a little cynical. She didn't really think any of it meant anything, but she trusted her brother.

"I shall," He replied taking the bottle from her and holding it up. With his pinky he pointed to the various spots as he explained.

"First the flowers, the use of flowers indicates hope and joy two things you are never without. Second is the eagle, there are many things with the eagle. There is the fact that its wings are outspread over the flowers that is a symbol of protection over hope and joy. You are the protector of those things. " Edmund turned to look at Lucy as he spoke.

"Then the eagle itself is given to one of noble nature. The one who bears it is brave beyond measure, strong enough to withstand anything, and constantly alert and aware of incoming dangers. They are high spirited and quick witted. They think on their feet and are good at making the right decisions and seeing reason. Third would be Aslan's country in the background, although that is mainly decoration, it indicates a divinity about the owner, a connection to the land-beyond-the-sea. And lastly would be the colors. The most important part of all would be the colors." Edmund turned back to the cordial as she spoke, his voice dropping almost to a whisper.

"Red is for sacrifice, gold is for generosity and magnificence. Together they are generous sacrifice. The reason the cordial does what it does is because it takes a great sacrifice for one to brave the heat of the sun to gather the flowers, and a generous heart to give up what was so difficult to gather." He looked back at Lucy's face as he returned the bottle.

"For all these reasons you received this gift. It is perhaps the most perfectly designed gift ever. It is also for these reasons that we will have to have a discussion with Peter about your work. I do believe thirteen is plenty old enough to save lives on a battlefield."

"Oh Edmund," Lucy said, launching her arms around him. She didn't care about talking to Peter or how much he trusted her or how he believed in her, all she cared about was what he said. The way he saw everything in her, how he cared. He hadn't cared in so long. Admittedly in Narnia he changed, but he still wasn't touchy feely or very sensitive. He was more noble, more reserved. These rare moments when his heart showed through and how much he cared, he really cared about each of his siblings was what made him seem truly different.

"I didn't think you'd be this happy about it. You know I can't promise anything, but I think he should listen to me." Edmund replied hugging her tightly.

"You don't know how happy you make me." Lucy replied weeping slightly as she held her brother tightly, the sun halfway over the horizon, the camp still asleep except for the few guards that were trudging out to start their watch or trudging off to bed having finished their watch.