Èowyn curls her fingers around his like she's always done it, though the coolness of his skin brings a quick frown to her face. Then he speaks of possibly venturing out again, and distracts her from her fretting-- for a moment, at least.
"Gladly I would accompany you again, and I do think Merry would appreciate stretching his legs, also. I hope we may all three of us go together, next time." Her small smile is more earnest now. That would be preferable to her, for as dear as Merry is to her, it would feel wrong to leave Faramir behind.
"You are chilled," she finally points out with another frown, leaving her cup on the table to cover the top of his hand with hers again-- even if her own hands are not that much warmer. "There is a bite to the night air, and you have not even a cloak on you. You'll sicken anew."
A prospect obviously troublesome to her, judging by the way her frown deepens.
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Date: 2018-09-24 01:32 pm (UTC)"Gladly I would accompany you again, and I do think Merry would appreciate stretching his legs, also. I hope we may all three of us go together, next time." Her small smile is more earnest now. That would be preferable to her, for as dear as Merry is to her, it would feel wrong to leave Faramir behind.
"You are chilled," she finally points out with another frown, leaving her cup on the table to cover the top of his hand with hers again-- even if her own hands are not that much warmer. "There is a bite to the night air, and you have not even a cloak on you. You'll sicken anew."
A prospect obviously troublesome to her, judging by the way her frown deepens.