What Rosie was thinking was different from what Aslan was thinking. Aslan thought Rosie was still mad at him after he scolded the girl this afternoon. He had planned to apologize from the start, but his head suddenly went blank after meeting Rosie. His tongue felt numb even to call the girl's name.
Then, he picked up his shirt, which he had placed on the table and put it on with difficulty. The right shirt of his shirt fell off, making it difficult for Aslan to wear it properly. His face was hot, feeling ashamed of his own stupid act. He glanced at Rosie, who was still with her back to him.
He took it off again, pretending he didn't want to wear the shirt.
"Thank you for your help, Your Highness," said Aslan as he left the princess's room with hal-naked body.
"Aslan," Rosie called, stopping the man in his tracks. His hand that was already holding the doorknob was lowered again.
"Yes?"
