She winks at him, fully intending to keep his shirt on until she is forced to dress in her own things.
"He was one of the riders who trained me when I first took up my sword," she explains, glancing over to the door as it opens to watch as Léofrith brings in a tray with porridge and some preserved fruit on it, two mugs of tea steaming alongside. "I think he likes to think of himself as a brother figure to me."
As Léofrith sets the tray down on the table by the fireplace, Éomer rises to her feet and walks closer, thanking the young girl who seems to have regained some of her equanimity with a few moments of privacy to come to terms with the unexpected presence of a man in her queen's chambers. She still shoots Eskel nervous, sidelong glances occasionally, but she seems able to force herself to focus on her tasks, bustling around a little and then returning with a comb and some leather ties in her apron pocket so she can start to tame Éomer's wild mane as she sips her tea and pokes at her breakfast.
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"He was one of the riders who trained me when I first took up my sword," she explains, glancing over to the door as it opens to watch as Léofrith brings in a tray with porridge and some preserved fruit on it, two mugs of tea steaming alongside. "I think he likes to think of himself as a brother figure to me."
As Léofrith sets the tray down on the table by the fireplace, Éomer rises to her feet and walks closer, thanking the young girl who seems to have regained some of her equanimity with a few moments of privacy to come to terms with the unexpected presence of a man in her queen's chambers. She still shoots Eskel nervous, sidelong glances occasionally, but she seems able to force herself to focus on her tasks, bustling around a little and then returning with a comb and some leather ties in her apron pocket so she can start to tame Éomer's wild mane as she sips her tea and pokes at her breakfast.