Maybe it's not very romantic, the way they let go of each other to undress themselves, but it is very practical. Éomer has become much better at getting herself out of the clothes she apparently must wear, even if she still sometimes requires help getting into them.
Whatever stains there might be on her gown are to the inner lining only, and hopefully easily enough washed out; she lets the thing slip off her shoulders and slither down her arms, stepping out of the puddle of fabric without shame and bending to pick it up so she can drape it over the back of one of the chairs.
"Will you light the hearth for us?" she asks, remembering the way he was able to send fire skittering over his fingers the day she met him.
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Date: 2020-09-13 04:18 am (UTC)Whatever stains there might be on her gown are to the inner lining only, and hopefully easily enough washed out; she lets the thing slip off her shoulders and slither down her arms, stepping out of the puddle of fabric without shame and bending to pick it up so she can drape it over the back of one of the chairs.
"Will you light the hearth for us?" she asks, remembering the way he was able to send fire skittering over his fingers the day she met him.