She grimaces just a little, for she remembers holding their son, remembers the name Faramir has given him, but beyond that she remembers little. It is a blur of exhaustion and pain and wonder all mixed. There is still pain, in truth, though she has not mentioned it.
But at that moment there is a light knock on the door, who proves to be one of the healers checking on them--not an apprentice this time, but an older woman, and behind her are servants bearing water and food and cloth. She reminds Eowyn and Faramir both that the lady has not eaten anything since the long hours of waiting before Elboron was born, and she will not heal if she does not eat as well as rest. Elboron sleeps for the moment, and she will do better to tend to her own needs before having him brought.
Eowyn wants to see her son, and her stubbornness is proverbial, but she has learned the perils of ignoring a healer's orders, not least because she expects obedience herself when it is she who gives such orders. So with a grimace, she submits, both to food and to an examination, and to a modicrum of cleaning such as can be accomplished while she is bedbound. And she does feel better for the last, and for a clean nightgown.
Faramir once more helps her to a sitting position, and she answers questions, including admitting to her pain and how drained she is. She and Faramir are both given strict orders as to her tending, what to eat, how long she is to wait before she tries moving, various activities she is absolutely not to attempt for some weeks (including, to Eowyn's utmost annoyance, riding a horse).
It takes more than a little time, and she looks more and more annoyed as the time goes on, for it all drains what energy she has. She only brightens when a soft cry from outside indicates that Elboron is awake, and being brought. Eowyn at once sets aside what is left of her broth and bread, her eyes fixed on the doorway.
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hi more timeskip and some godwriting sorry
Date: 2019-04-10 10:26 pm (UTC)But at that moment there is a light knock on the door, who proves to be one of the healers checking on them--not an apprentice this time, but an older woman, and behind her are servants bearing water and food and cloth. She reminds Eowyn and Faramir both that the lady has not eaten anything since the long hours of waiting before Elboron was born, and she will not heal if she does not eat as well as rest. Elboron sleeps for the moment, and she will do better to tend to her own needs before having him brought.
Eowyn wants to see her son, and her stubbornness is proverbial, but she has learned the perils of ignoring a healer's orders, not least because she expects obedience herself when it is she who gives such orders. So with a grimace, she submits, both to food and to an examination, and to a modicrum of cleaning such as can be accomplished while she is bedbound. And she does feel better for the last, and for a clean nightgown.
Faramir once more helps her to a sitting position, and she answers questions, including admitting to her pain and how drained she is. She and Faramir are both given strict orders as to her tending, what to eat, how long she is to wait before she tries moving, various activities she is absolutely not to attempt for some weeks (including, to Eowyn's utmost annoyance, riding a horse).
It takes more than a little time, and she looks more and more annoyed as the time goes on, for it all drains what energy she has. She only brightens when a soft cry from outside indicates that Elboron is awake, and being brought. Eowyn at once sets aside what is left of her broth and bread, her eyes fixed on the doorway.