At those words, she doesn't know what to say for a moment. This is no place for her to be, but where exactly does she belong? In Westeros, there will always be a target on her back, and she will not put Dorne in danger. Even if she could return, it would never be the same as when she was young, free, unaware of what was to come. Sometimes she feels much older than her years, and it is likely living in such a city has made her darker moods all the worse. Still-
"Thinking of what should be has never gone well for me." It's spoken matter-of-factly, with only a trace of bitterness. She makes do with what she has. And has she not found peace in this city, whenever she lay next to Faramir? Had she not found a swell of happiness even in the darkest of times, when he opened his eyes and smiled at her?
And there is some tender emotion spurred in her chest when Éowyn takes her hand, the plain honesty of her words almost too much to bear. She shouldn't go. What if Faramir wakes, and wonders where she is? What if someone else sees, and finds it odd two apparent strangers are so close? This is hardly a time or place for gossip to spread, but that doesn't mean it's impossible. Even as she thinks of these valid concerns, a part of her knows there is no way she is leaving Éowyn in this hallway in this state.
"Of course I can sit with you for a time." Her voice is kind, her tone is warm. She gives Éowyn's hand a gentle squeeze, and for a moment her eyes flit back to where she sat mere minutes ago, to the bed where her husband lies. He is just the same and yet for her much has shifted. "I- I have missed you, my friend."
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Date: 2023-11-10 05:03 am (UTC)"Thinking of what should be has never gone well for me." It's spoken matter-of-factly, with only a trace of bitterness. She makes do with what she has. And has she not found peace in this city, whenever she lay next to Faramir? Had she not found a swell of happiness even in the darkest of times, when he opened his eyes and smiled at her?
And there is some tender emotion spurred in her chest when Éowyn takes her hand, the plain honesty of her words almost too much to bear. She shouldn't go. What if Faramir wakes, and wonders where she is? What if someone else sees, and finds it odd two apparent strangers are so close? This is hardly a time or place for gossip to spread, but that doesn't mean it's impossible. Even as she thinks of these valid concerns, a part of her knows there is no way she is leaving Éowyn in this hallway in this state.
"Of course I can sit with you for a time." Her voice is kind, her tone is warm. She gives Éowyn's hand a gentle squeeze, and for a moment her eyes flit back to where she sat mere minutes ago, to the bed where her husband lies. He is just the same and yet for her much has shifted. "I- I have missed you, my friend."