Dressed in trews and a tunic, Éomer feels far more comfortable today than she did last night, even if she has had to bind her breasts down once more so they do not disrupt her training. She certainly has a better range of motion than she did in the dress she wore to dinner, and without her heavy armor, she feels far more nimble and quick on her feet and less lumbering and massive. She has gotten incredibly used to the weight of the armor she has worn for over a decade now, but still, it is nice to be free of it for a while.

She just grins at him when Steve warns her that he hits hard, not doubting him for a moment. A man with muscles like that must hit hard.

"Don't pull my hair," she warns.