On the willows there, we hung up our lyres

A laugh gets startled out of Susan at that, hearty and verging on hysterical, and when it subsides she takes a deep, shuddery breath. "Well said indeed," she says, sounding as businesslike as ever, but she's massaging Galahad's little body and leaning back against Janet as she says it. She doesn't feel tremendously better, but she does feel a sort of easing.