One might very well argue that point considering it was his absence that led to the long, wintry reign of the White Witch. Or the Telemarines usurping the throne of Narnia and driving its rightful inhabitants into exile and hiding.

He has returned in times of great need to restore balance, but it has always been his belief that the problems created by people must in turn be solved by them.

Aslan sees her sadness, the loss, but his smile doesn't lose its warmth. Not because he doesn't feel or understand it - no. Rather he knows the place she speaks of, and there is a fond place for it in heart even though he has never been there.

"I am familiar with the Earth you speak of, as well as the land called Britain. Many great kings and queens of Narnia came forth from that island."

A surprising statement, perhaps, but absolutely true. Aslan hums softly.

"As it reminds me of Cair Paravel in the time of the Golden Age."

He tilts his head slightly and considers her openly.

"No earthly kingdom is meant to last forever."