Èowyn isn't expecting a knock at the door once she's been made presentable and the maid is leaving with the breakfast tray. At the sight of Faramir there, her heart skips and then quickens its beats, galloping like a wild horse. She can't help but return his smile once they're alone. "Faramir. Good morrow to you."
But what is he doing in her quarters first thing in the morning? Not she is opposed... and when did she start thinking like that, she wonders? Her smile turns rather bewildered when he offers her the parcel he'd been carrying, Èowyn needing both arms to balance it. It's oddly heavy, but soft as well beneath the protective cloth. A better cloak?
"But... truly, you did not have to go through such trouble," she demurs, oddly embarrassed that she is so touched by his courtesy.
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Date: 2018-09-06 10:55 pm (UTC)But what is he doing in her quarters first thing in the morning? Not she is opposed... and when did she start thinking like that, she wonders? Her smile turns rather bewildered when he offers her the parcel he'd been carrying, Èowyn needing both arms to balance it. It's oddly heavy, but soft as well beneath the protective cloth. A better cloak?
"But... truly, you did not have to go through such trouble," she demurs, oddly embarrassed that she is so touched by his courtesy.