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"All of them? Your pardon, my lord, but one might think that as the Steward, you had more pressing duties than that." Éowyn arches a brow, her tone edged with a hint of fond teasing now. "Or, perhaps the state of my houseplants and windows specifically is an issue of some diplomatic import?"

There's a tiny smirk of amusement on her lips now. She has not failed to notice the lifting of his spirits, feeling similarly less gloomy herself since meeting up with him once more.