Èowyn murmurs her thanks anew when Faramir takes up aiding her with the cloak, looking down as a hint of color tints her cheeks at their closeness-- except this causes Faramir's hand to accidentally glance across her jawline just as he pulls it away, and Èowyn battles a befuddling wave of some emotion that crashes over her at the fleeting, unintended touch.
But she breathes a laugh at his assessment, helpless against her amusement. It serves to banish her momentary confusion, though she has to intentionally ignore the scent that clings to the cloak, something distinctly masculine.
"Being taller than a hobbit does not seem like much of a feat, does it?" She arches a brow as if in challenge, but soon goes on more conversationally, a small smile lingering on her lips, "Most Eorlingas are tall, but the descendants of Thengel and Morwen Steelsheen especially so. I remember her distantly, my grandmother-- and tall she was, indeed."
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Date: 2018-09-05 04:18 pm (UTC)But she breathes a laugh at his assessment, helpless against her amusement. It serves to banish her momentary confusion, though she has to intentionally ignore the scent that clings to the cloak, something distinctly masculine.
"Being taller than a hobbit does not seem like much of a feat, does it?" She arches a brow as if in challenge, but soon goes on more conversationally, a small smile lingering on her lips, "Most Eorlingas are tall, but the descendants of Thengel and Morwen Steelsheen especially so. I remember her distantly, my grandmother-- and tall she was, indeed."