Susan shifts from the waltz into a Narnian dance she hasn't found a true analogue for in England. It's a faster-paced one, but quick enough to pick up on, and it involves a closer, more intimate hold. It's a dance many of her suitors back then wanted to do with her, because it allowed closeness under the veneer of propriety. It is, Susan finds - in truth, with some amount of delight - entirely salacious when both dance partners are nude. An odd counterpoint to the conversation, perhaps, but Susan thinks that maybe the dancing is facilitating deeper conversation, and she wants to be closer to Lancelot than a waltz strictly allows. She says, "Still. You needn't face the wound alone."