She doesn't need to ask; nobody says that they think they family were anything if they actually know. Éomer can trace her bloodline back to Eorl himself. Being abandoned is so unfathomable to her that she literally cannot even imagine what her life might have been like if she hadn't grown up as she did.
"Ah, yes. Nothing humbles you quite like an awkward adolescence does," she agrees. He would be correct in his assumption. She grew too tall, too fast, and spent years trying to learn to compensate for it. At least now she has adjusted to the realities of her life and her body.
Speaking of... as loath as she is to do it, she takes a fortifying breath and starts to shift away from him, shivering at the mild discomfort of his cock slipping out of her as she swings her leg over his hips and dismounts him like she's sliding off a horse. "Stay," she murmurs, patting his chest before standing and walking on slightly unsteady legs over to where a ewer of water sits on a side table and reaching for the ladle so she can take a sip of the water before starting to clean herself.
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Date: 2020-09-11 05:48 pm (UTC)"Ah, yes. Nothing humbles you quite like an awkward adolescence does," she agrees. He would be correct in his assumption. She grew too tall, too fast, and spent years trying to learn to compensate for it. At least now she has adjusted to the realities of her life and her body.
Speaking of... as loath as she is to do it, she takes a fortifying breath and starts to shift away from him, shivering at the mild discomfort of his cock slipping out of her as she swings her leg over his hips and dismounts him like she's sliding off a horse. "Stay," she murmurs, patting his chest before standing and walking on slightly unsteady legs over to where a ewer of water sits on a side table and reaching for the ladle so she can take a sip of the water before starting to clean herself.