Èowyn chuckles softly at his initial determination. "If anything is true, it is that." She thinks they might be able to name the placement of each stone, plant and a blade of grass to be found in these gardens. And truthfully, she has never really understood the point of fishponds to begin with, for they seem, well... wasteful? So really, it is no significant loss. "Then, perhaps our incarceration here is a blessing in disguise-- if only to keep you from straying into any ponds, fish or no fish."
It is a wan jest, though, soon giving way to a sigh as she gently squeezes his hand in hers.
"Oh, Faramir. I am truly sorry." There is such empathy in her voice, wishing she could do something more tangible to ease his torment and consternation, hating that pain that laces his smile and glints in his gaze. But she knows there is no such magic that she can wield to make the things that haunt Faramir go away. Perhaps nothing but time could. She's quiet for a beat. "I hope the Warden was not too wroth with you."
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Date: 2018-10-01 04:16 pm (UTC)It is a wan jest, though, soon giving way to a sigh as she gently squeezes his hand in hers.
"Oh, Faramir. I am truly sorry." There is such empathy in her voice, wishing she could do something more tangible to ease his torment and consternation, hating that pain that laces his smile and glints in his gaze. But she knows there is no such magic that she can wield to make the things that haunt Faramir go away. Perhaps nothing but time could. She's quiet for a beat. "I hope the Warden was not too wroth with you."