It feels dangerous, to reach out and clasp that offered arm, hoping she is interpreting the gesture correctly. It feels dangerous because it is - it sets her off-balance in the saddle, to lean out that way, and she grips the saddle pommel tightly with her other hand, the world pitching and yawing around her.
"Éowyn. I am Éowyn." She has other questions, more of them than she can count: of who the lady upon the elk was, and what they can do to aid her, and what place this is, and how badly he and his companion have been hurt. They all spring to her mind, but none to her tongue; and after a moment, all she can think to say is, "The horns were blowing ere we entered these woods, and the darkness at our heels. If it is our passage that has brought the Shadow down upon you, then I am truly sorry."
Though less sorry than she might be, for they have not all perished; and while she does not know what will come next, she does know that if the beasts had come across them unprotected, then it would have been a far greater slaughter.
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Date: 2025-06-15 01:07 am (UTC)"Éowyn. I am Éowyn." She has other questions, more of them than she can count: of who the lady upon the elk was, and what they can do to aid her, and what place this is, and how badly he and his companion have been hurt. They all spring to her mind, but none to her tongue; and after a moment, all she can think to say is, "The horns were blowing ere we entered these woods, and the darkness at our heels. If it is our passage that has brought the Shadow down upon you, then I am truly sorry."
Though less sorry than she might be, for they have not all perished; and while she does not know what will come next, she does know that if the beasts had come across them unprotected, then it would have been a far greater slaughter.