musebox for Ashfae's minions

Eowyn laughs and stretches, which dislodges his somewhat, but she can reach the blanket and cover them both. She lets him settle back against her and lies there, looking up at the sunlight between the leaves as she plays with his hair, while he lies pillowed on her shoulder. "And I thought it was I who was supposed to need more rest, given my condition," she murmurs quietly, amused.