Letting herself be nudged, Éomer shifts to get herself comfortable as Eskel looms over her, lifting her arms to twine them around his neck now that he's not wearing spiked armor to prevent her. He's so much more approachable like this, with his hair mussed from sleep, dressed only in his smalls and an un-laced chemise. Not that she, obviously, had any trouble approaching him any other time, of course, but still.
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Date: 2020-09-17 01:51 am (UTC)