musebox for Ashfae's minions

Èowyn instinctively puts out her other arm to steady Faramir when he stumbles slightly, though if he truly had tripped, there would have been little she could have done to prevent that especially with a broken arm. It's a momentary distraction from his candid, unguarded question, to which she smiles a bit wryly and tries to ignore the tiny flutter somewhere in the pit of her stomach.

But when he goes on, she cannot help her breath of laughter, amused now. "Huh! Wine makes your thoughts fanciful, or perhaps deceives your eyes."