What can she say to that? It is true, so she remains silent, taking comfort in the touch of his hands. But then he lifts one to her face and her breath catches a little, softly. Her eyes close for a moment and she tips her head slightly into his hand, almost unconsciously. This time, she meets his gaze when she opens her eyes, solemn but not closed off.
Those words are far from innocuous; even Èowyn knows that, in light of their growing friendship-- though she equally knows it can no longer be defined as simply friendship. She wants to ask him just how does he see her. It surprises her, the urge of wanting to know, but at the same time realizing deep within her that such response -- truthful, coming from him, always truthful -- would reveal too much; more than she's able to handle right now, despite all the strides she's made toward healing already.
"Maybe one day I will," she whispers instead, so quietly it's almost inaudible.
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Date: 2018-10-10 04:54 pm (UTC)Those words are far from innocuous; even Èowyn knows that, in light of their growing friendship-- though she equally knows it can no longer be defined as simply friendship. She wants to ask him just how does he see her. It surprises her, the urge of wanting to know, but at the same time realizing deep within her that such response -- truthful, coming from him, always truthful -- would reveal too much; more than she's able to handle right now, despite all the strides she's made toward healing already.
"Maybe one day I will," she whispers instead, so quietly it's almost inaudible.