Susan's hand flexes against Janet's, fingers now brushing at her wrist. "Bacchus was minor, like the river gods and the dryads." Aslan was treated as reverently as any God, but wasn't called such. She supposes there was always Tash, the Calormen God; they certainly referenced Him enough during that debacle with Rabadash.

She shivers. She doesn't want to think about that debacle with Rabadash, not when she's comfortable ensconced in a miraculous tub with a beautiful woman touching her hand. Carefully, she catches Janet's eye, and edges infinitesimally forward.