It does hurt, a little, having Éowyn's weight on her, but Elia can bear it. She can bear seeing her once-dear friend in such a state. But she cannot deny that beneath her immediate support, there is a heaviness settling through her at this additional weight, at this additional burden. It was hard enough having to worry for the children as she always did, and for Faramir more and more as she felt less and less sure he would return to her alive. And when things had somewhat settled, if only for a moment, if only until the battle, now this shock.
Still, if any time, why not now? Her children are far from her, and while that grieves her immensely, there is nothing she can do besides hope the realm is one day safe again so they can reunite. Faramir sleeps while she frets over him. Éowyn is alive and here before her, and Elia may not know all that happened since they last saw each other, but she knows when someone needs help that can't be provided by a healer. When they need someone, anyone, to take notice and see them.
Faramir had done that for her. Their marriage hadn't been perfect, but he had always tried, and she had appreciated that more than she had ever told him aloud. Surely he would forgive her for leaving him this one moment- if he even wakes before she returns. She must hope that.
"No, I am not a dream." She stands by her side, fidgeting slightly, unsure whether to move her hands away or press closer. Éowyn must have a room somewhere- though the thought of escorting her back when she's in this state makes her anxious. "I'm real. I'm here." Though what she is beyond that, and how exactly she wound up in Gondor, is something she's not quite sure how to explain.
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Date: 2023-11-06 02:58 am (UTC)Still, if any time, why not now? Her children are far from her, and while that grieves her immensely, there is nothing she can do besides hope the realm is one day safe again so they can reunite. Faramir sleeps while she frets over him. Éowyn is alive and here before her, and Elia may not know all that happened since they last saw each other, but she knows when someone needs help that can't be provided by a healer. When they need someone, anyone, to take notice and see them.
Faramir had done that for her. Their marriage hadn't been perfect, but he had always tried, and she had appreciated that more than she had ever told him aloud. Surely he would forgive her for leaving him this one moment- if he even wakes before she returns. She must hope that.
"No, I am not a dream." She stands by her side, fidgeting slightly, unsure whether to move her hands away or press closer. Éowyn must have a room somewhere- though the thought of escorting her back when she's in this state makes her anxious. "I'm real. I'm here." Though what she is beyond that, and how exactly she wound up in Gondor, is something she's not quite sure how to explain.