A ripple of laughter works it way through the éored, but Éomer largely ignores it too, deciding there's no point in chastising her men for jokes made at her expense when all it will really do is just fan the flames.
"You're certainly looking much fitter." The fresh scar twisting across his skin is red and angry-looking, but it doesn't appear to be too badly knotted, and it's obviously not hindering any of his movements. Éomer is well pleased to see it, having been worried that Eskel might lose his profession if he did not heal properly. She's never heard of a witcher retiring. What would he even do, if he did?
Perhaps he could be a farmer. He seems to be doing a good enough job of it here in Hjaroarholt.
"It's a small village," she says in the end. "I'm sure you'll find me eventually."
With that, and a wink thrown in for good measure, she sets her heels to Firefoot's flanks and urges him towards the center of town.
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Date: 2020-09-02 04:52 am (UTC)"You're certainly looking much fitter." The fresh scar twisting across his skin is red and angry-looking, but it doesn't appear to be too badly knotted, and it's obviously not hindering any of his movements. Éomer is well pleased to see it, having been worried that Eskel might lose his profession if he did not heal properly. She's never heard of a witcher retiring. What would he even do, if he did?
Perhaps he could be a farmer. He seems to be doing a good enough job of it here in Hjaroarholt.
"It's a small village," she says in the end. "I'm sure you'll find me eventually."
With that, and a wink thrown in for good measure, she sets her heels to Firefoot's flanks and urges him towards the center of town.