Jack is sitting cross-legged near the fire when the door opens, clad simply in his linen shirt and breeches, the back of his wrists resting on his knees and eyes closed in meditation. He'd picked up the practice from his travels in the East, and had since found a certain measure of enjoyment in the quiet peace that it brought. With not much else to fill his time with, either, this helped to pass the hours.
He hauls himself to his feet as Faramir steps inside, offering him a genial smile. "Not at all, mate. Not much to interrupt." Dropping into the chair near the table, Jack gestures with a sweep of his hand. "Sit, if you'd like." He's never completely certain what these visits will bring -- from Eowyn or Faramir -- but judging from the papers tucked under his arm, Jack figures Faramir desires a conversation.
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Date: 2017-10-27 07:20 am (UTC)He hauls himself to his feet as Faramir steps inside, offering him a genial smile. "Not at all, mate. Not much to interrupt." Dropping into the chair near the table, Jack gestures with a sweep of his hand. "Sit, if you'd like." He's never completely certain what these visits will bring -- from Eowyn or Faramir -- but judging from the papers tucked under his arm, Jack figures Faramir desires a conversation.