Èowyn stifles a smile of her own at the girl's no-nonsense decree to Faramir from the Warden, bowing her head to hide her amusement. "I like her spirit," she puts in with a smirk once the apprentice has set down the tray and left them to their own devices once more, chuckling slightly at Faramir's distaste for his tea as she tends to her own teapot-- picking up a hint of chamomile in the scent of the brew. Hardly subtle, Èowyn thinks, a little discomfited the Warden seems to have such insights into her state of mind. But then, she has never been the most subtle creature herself.
She is quiet for a long moment at Faramir's question, pouring herself a fresh cup to replace the one she'd been nursing, long since gone cool.
"It might, as you have already proven to me that sharing can lighten one's load. I have not been so forthcoming with my own ills, for more went on in Edoras than Merry has, no doubt, already spoken to you of. He knows not the extent of it all, of the time before Gandalf and Lord Aragorn made it to the Golden Hall and saw the bewitchment of Théoden with their own eyes." She pauses with a tiniest sigh, her expression grim. "Only, it is an ugly sort of tale, and I am loathe to burden you with more of such things."
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Date: 2018-10-05 07:26 am (UTC)She is quiet for a long moment at Faramir's question, pouring herself a fresh cup to replace the one she'd been nursing, long since gone cool.
"It might, as you have already proven to me that sharing can lighten one's load. I have not been so forthcoming with my own ills, for more went on in Edoras than Merry has, no doubt, already spoken to you of. He knows not the extent of it all, of the time before Gandalf and Lord Aragorn made it to the Golden Hall and saw the bewitchment of Théoden with their own eyes." She pauses with a tiniest sigh, her expression grim. "Only, it is an ugly sort of tale, and I am loathe to burden you with more of such things."