[ The scarring is more but also less impressive now that he's not covered in blood too; Éomer is used to seeing men with scars, though perhaps less extensive scars than the ones that decorate Eskel's torso, so it's not like he's some sort of disgusting terrifying monster to her.
The scar on his face is a bit of a shame. He was probably quite handsome before that injury.
She doesn't park herself on the edge of his bed or poke at his bandages, but she does squint at him in the dim interior of the cottage before nodding decisively, like she's satisfied. ] A little antiseptic can't hurt. Just because you don't succumb to infections like a normal man doesn't mean you should grind dirt into your wounds for the hell of it.
[ Crossing her arms under her chest, she lifts one shoulder in a shrug and tries not to look pleased. Of course her men answer to her. She leads their éored. And the villagers answer to her because, as far as they're concerned, she's the mouthpiece for their king. It's still nice to have that acknowledged by an outsider, though. Life in an éored is hard. Life in an éored as a woman is even harder. ]
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[ The scarring is more but also less impressive now that he's not covered in blood too; Éomer is used to seeing men with scars, though perhaps less extensive scars than the ones that decorate Eskel's torso, so it's not like he's some sort of disgusting terrifying monster to her.
The scar on his face is a bit of a shame. He was probably quite handsome before that injury.
She doesn't park herself on the edge of his bed or poke at his bandages, but she does squint at him in the dim interior of the cottage before nodding decisively, like she's satisfied. ] A little antiseptic can't hurt. Just because you don't succumb to infections like a normal man doesn't mean you should grind dirt into your wounds for the hell of it.
[ Crossing her arms under her chest, she lifts one shoulder in a shrug and tries not to look pleased. Of course her men answer to her. She leads their éored. And the villagers answer to her because, as far as they're concerned, she's the mouthpiece for their king. It's still nice to have that acknowledged by an outsider, though. Life in an éored is hard. Life in an éored as a woman is even harder. ]
I am very good at yelling.