It is like something akin waking from some stupor, the way Faramir seems to pull himself away from his thoughts at her presence. He seems lost, almost, and Èowyn's concern takes flight once more.
"Please, stop apologizing. There is no need," she says, softly but firmly, her hands stilling as Faramir covers them with his free one. "Though we were concerned, Merry and I. You were gone for so long."
She bites her lip, silent for a moment as she studies him in the dim light of the moon and the candle. Some ill knowledge has made his face gaunt, deepened the lines there. Her need to know what has happened will not be stayed or denied for longer, and with some weight behind her words, she squeezes his hands and urges, "Pray, Faramir, what has you so distraught? Will you not speak of it to me, your friend? Shared trouble is trouble halved, as we say in Rohan."
A part of her feels a little disingenuous to title herself his friend only, when some tendrils of understanding have, of late, begun to slowly wind around her heart. But this is not the time for such thoughts. Besides, they are friends, too.
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Date: 2018-09-13 05:33 pm (UTC)"Please, stop apologizing. There is no need," she says, softly but firmly, her hands stilling as Faramir covers them with his free one. "Though we were concerned, Merry and I. You were gone for so long."
She bites her lip, silent for a moment as she studies him in the dim light of the moon and the candle. Some ill knowledge has made his face gaunt, deepened the lines there. Her need to know what has happened will not be stayed or denied for longer, and with some weight behind her words, she squeezes his hands and urges, "Pray, Faramir, what has you so distraught? Will you not speak of it to me, your friend? Shared trouble is trouble halved, as we say in Rohan."
A part of her feels a little disingenuous to title herself his friend only, when some tendrils of understanding have, of late, begun to slowly wind around her heart. But this is not the time for such thoughts. Besides, they are friends, too.