Date: 2017-06-17 07:40 pm (UTC)
shieldofrohan: Katheryn Winnick (To hope? I do not know.)
Faramir inclines his head a little, expression inscrutable, and gestures Éowyn through the door before closing it. The lock clicks again, from outside. Wordlessly, he crosses over to the nearest seat, settling himself, his gaze holding on Jack a moment longer before he looks expectantly at his wife.

She hasn't chosen to sit. She lingers near the door, hands clasped behind her back, her lips pressed taut. When Faramir looks at her, she looks back at him for a moment, not quite pleading but closer to it than she ever ordinarily looks, then nods.

"You ought to know," she says to Jack, a trifle stiffly, "that coming here was his idea, as much as mine. Talking in twos, when there are three of us so entangled..." It isn't enough. Faramir was the one to say it, but she does agree. This is wisest.

It's just also very, very uncomfortable.

Faramir is still silent, one finger tapping thoughtfully against his lips, eyes flicking between the two of them, as if gauging the air between them. Éowyn glances at him again, sighs, and continues.

"I took your keeping as a duty, and I have not been discharged of it. You will stay here, that much we know. As to the rest..." Again, she trails off, blushing a little.
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