So lost in thought Èowyn is, staring out without seeing anything, that she startles the slightest bit at Faramir's greeting, quiet as it is. Internally scolding herself for her inattentiveness, she sets aside her half-empty cup on the small tray set up next to the bench and looks up just in time to see the strain on his face, clearly relieved to be off his feet. She's seen a similar look many a time before in riders coming out of a long campaign, consumed by soreness and an ache of the whole body. Concern pierces at her heart, even as his gently jesting words draw a small smile from her, following his lead for a moment and choosing a lighter response.
"Is there a fishpond to be found in these gardens? Perhaps it needs guards about it, not unlike the White Tree itself, to stave off such incident."
She is glad to see him dressed more warmly today, but at the same time worries about the need of it; he looks pale and worn down, yesterday's news no doubt weighing him down, setting back his recovery. But Èowyn expected no less, for all that seeing it with her own eyes now leaves her ill at ease. The urge to put forth some tangible form of sympathy is strong, and she does not stop herself from reaching out a hand to touch gently at his sleeve in wordless offering; there for him to take, if he wishes.
"How fare you?" she asks with quiet sincerity, though she already guesses at the answer.
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Date: 2018-09-29 10:50 pm (UTC)"Is there a fishpond to be found in these gardens? Perhaps it needs guards about it, not unlike the White Tree itself, to stave off such incident."
She is glad to see him dressed more warmly today, but at the same time worries about the need of it; he looks pale and worn down, yesterday's news no doubt weighing him down, setting back his recovery. But Èowyn expected no less, for all that seeing it with her own eyes now leaves her ill at ease. The urge to put forth some tangible form of sympathy is strong, and she does not stop herself from reaching out a hand to touch gently at his sleeve in wordless offering; there for him to take, if he wishes.
"How fare you?" she asks with quiet sincerity, though she already guesses at the answer.