Warmed by the fire and his frank gaze both, Éomer does as she's bid and follows him to the side of the bed, leaving her woolen slippers kicked off haphazardly somewhere off to the side as she climbs up beside him and drapes herself easily against his side.
Propping her chin up on one hand, she smiles down at him, and reaches across his chest to trace her fingers across the scars the sewed up for him all those long months ago. "If you think you are unannounced..." She laughs, bending her head to brush a kiss to his chest, mostly so she can hide her smile a little until it's less broad, less like she is making fun of him. She is, but only a little. "The servants knew you were here before even I did, my dear. Gossip spreads quickly within halls such as these."
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Date: 2020-09-13 04:48 am (UTC)Propping her chin up on one hand, she smiles down at him, and reaches across his chest to trace her fingers across the scars the sewed up for him all those long months ago. "If you think you are unannounced..." She laughs, bending her head to brush a kiss to his chest, mostly so she can hide her smile a little until it's less broad, less like she is making fun of him. She is, but only a little. "The servants knew you were here before even I did, my dear. Gossip spreads quickly within halls such as these."