Were Éowyn less troubled, she would have possibly rewarded his jesting remark with a smile. But she is not, and he goes on without much of a pause, regardless. She can't help another shiver at his response, wondering -- a little uncharacteristically, maybe -- if it is some ill omen of what's to come. The thought only adds to the churn of emotion within her.
Faramir rubs his forehead and draws suddenly her attention to the the fact that he looks weary indeed, even in this darkness that hides half of his features. A brief frown crosses her own face; he does not get enough rest. Is that any wonder, though? She accepts his change of topic with a slight nod, though the prick of concern lingers on.
"It was good to see Éothain and speak awhile in my own tongue. He assured me the Rohirrim are all housed and cared for most well and had no complaint or lack to bring forth." She falls silent for a moment. "Alas, he could tell me no horse matching Windfola's description had yet been recovered, but they are still receiving some stray ones daily. Éothain promised to send word straight away should they find him."
All she can do now is hope for the best. Those were not all the things they spoke about, of course, but some of them she feels a little raw over, still processing them herself.
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Date: 2018-10-26 09:56 am (UTC)Faramir rubs his forehead and draws suddenly her attention to the the fact that he looks weary indeed, even in this darkness that hides half of his features. A brief frown crosses her own face; he does not get enough rest. Is that any wonder, though? She accepts his change of topic with a slight nod, though the prick of concern lingers on.
"It was good to see Éothain and speak awhile in my own tongue. He assured me the Rohirrim are all housed and cared for most well and had no complaint or lack to bring forth." She falls silent for a moment. "Alas, he could tell me no horse matching Windfola's description had yet been recovered, but they are still receiving some stray ones daily. Éothain promised to send word straight away should they find him."
All she can do now is hope for the best. Those were not all the things they spoke about, of course, but some of them she feels a little raw over, still processing them herself.