Éomer eats quickly as well, far more quickly than is seemly for a high-born lady, but she doesn't really care overmuch about how she looks while she eats breakfast.
"Whenever you grow tired of being heckled by humans," she replies, her tone gentling to match his. She doesn't find his voice or his face objectionable, though she does wistfully wonder what he might have looked like before the injury, when he was more symmetrical, but then again, Éomer is a woman who built her life on warfare and violence, and a few scars are not enough to turn her stomach. Hopefully the people of Rohan are built from the same stern stuff, and Eskel will not have to put up with too much censure.
Finished with her hair, Léofrith takes a few hasty steps towards Éomer's wardrobe and hauls open the big wooden doors so she can select a dress for Éomer to wear, giving the two of them just enough privacy that Éomer feels it's not pushing propriety too much to slip Eskel's shirt up over her head and come stand in front of him, dropping the cloth in his lap and bending to kiss his cheek while he finishes his breakfast.
"You do not have to wait for me," she tells him, keeping her tone low even though Léofrith will most likely not understand what she is saying. "I am merely trying to postpone the inevitable boredom of my day. You are free to go whenever you wish and do as you please."
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"Whenever you grow tired of being heckled by humans," she replies, her tone gentling to match his. She doesn't find his voice or his face objectionable, though she does wistfully wonder what he might have looked like before the injury, when he was more symmetrical, but then again, Éomer is a woman who built her life on warfare and violence, and a few scars are not enough to turn her stomach. Hopefully the people of Rohan are built from the same stern stuff, and Eskel will not have to put up with too much censure.
Finished with her hair, Léofrith takes a few hasty steps towards Éomer's wardrobe and hauls open the big wooden doors so she can select a dress for Éomer to wear, giving the two of them just enough privacy that Éomer feels it's not pushing propriety too much to slip Eskel's shirt up over her head and come stand in front of him, dropping the cloth in his lap and bending to kiss his cheek while he finishes his breakfast.
"You do not have to wait for me," she tells him, keeping her tone low even though Léofrith will most likely not understand what she is saying. "I am merely trying to postpone the inevitable boredom of my day. You are free to go whenever you wish and do as you please."