[He is tempted for a moment to simply carry her once more. He stands and lets her cling as needed, until she is less shaky on her feet, then gives her one hand to hold while wrapping his other arm around her shoulder. His strength is still there if she needs it, a support and a prop. For a moment the hold is another embrace, and he bends his head and kisses her hair lightly before turning a little so they may move.
They walk slowly. She moves as though recovering from some trauma, and he is careful to adjust his long stride to her smaller steps. They present an odd sight, no doubt, both turned a little towards each other, a small v moving forward.
But the library is kind, and gives them a path untroubled by other patrons. Faramir leads them outside at once. Ophelia is always happiest in a garden.
It was night in Ithilien, and it is night here, but a gentle, warm night, the sort that falls on shoulders like a blanket. There is just enough breeze to stir the grass and flowers. And not far, Faramir knows, there is a fountain. That is what they need.]
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Date: 2019-01-25 11:11 pm (UTC)They walk slowly. She moves as though recovering from some trauma, and he is careful to adjust his long stride to her smaller steps. They present an odd sight, no doubt, both turned a little towards each other, a small v moving forward.
But the library is kind, and gives them a path untroubled by other patrons. Faramir leads them outside at once. Ophelia is always happiest in a garden.
It was night in Ithilien, and it is night here, but a gentle, warm night, the sort that falls on shoulders like a blanket. There is just enough breeze to stir the grass and flowers. And not far, Faramir knows, there is a fountain. That is what they need.]