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Your character has either been injured/sick and had to be taken in (possibly against their will) or has been the one to help somebody like the former. Through the mending process, the two characters in a thread have fallen in love - or at least grown closer and more affectionate.
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[ Well, at least he didn't try to tell her she's being foolish and list all the reasons she shouldn't want him. That would not have gone over very well. In her opinion, Eskel is a perfectly reasonable choice for a brief dalliance: for one thing, he cannot get her with child, which is definitely something worth considering for a woman who has built her career on being childless. For another, his transient lifestyle means he wouldn't expect her to sleep with him and then immediately make a home for him to return to, or to cook him meals, or to clean his clothes for him. He seems to respect her as a person and a warrior both, so he's unlikely to try to do some ridiculous heroics to save her should she be in danger and get himself hurt in the meantime.

The scarring he bears is extensive, yes. She's not blind. But she has a fair few scars of her own, and she's able to look past the worst of it to see what lies beneath. She's had her hands more or less all over his body, and she's able to look her fill right now, and the muscle filling out his broad frame is appealing indeed.

Even the scar on his face seems less fearsome the more she looks at it. Idly, she wonders what it might be like to kiss him with that torn lip of his, how it would feel against her skin. ]

Perhaps I will. If you haven't already packed up and left, of course.

Guess you'll have to find out, it'll be a surprise. [She probably won't be back, he thinks. Not before he's well enough to ride north, towards home. And even if she is, this passing fancy will have...well, passed and she won't look at him the way she's looking at him right now. And that will be just fine, won't it? He would thank her for saving his life and then he would ride northward and it would be fine. His brothers would tease him about turning down the only women to show any interest in him for years, but it would be better that way. Wouldn't it?]

[ She might not be back, but not because she would have lost interest. Sadly, leading an éored means not following her own whims, but doing what is in the best interest of her men. If it were up to her, perhaps she would linger in town until he was feeling better. But that would be selfish of her, and she's spent more than half her life being trained out of that impulse. ]

Something to look forward to, then. [ Even just the thought of those big hands of his touching her body will keep her warm at night for a time, which is a pleasant change of pace. ] Maybe I'll have even found a colt or a filly for you to take back with you to your brothers. Show them what good horseflesh is really like.

[Ah, this is more familiar territory.] I'd like that. The horses here are beautiful; to get any so fine in the northern lands you'd have to win one off a noble in a game of chance. [He's not sure his brothers would care too much one way or another, but he would welcome the opportunity to show off.]

[ It's almost a little sad to see the subtle changes in him as he relaxes. She's fairly certain he's not disinterested in her offer — she's spent enough time taking lovers as she fancies to be able to tell when a man is interested in her sexually — but she has a feeling he's simply unused to being propositioned. He had said he didn't have a sweetheart, and he didn't go to visit whores often because they were usually afraid of him.

What a shame. ]

Ah, but then you run the risk of said noble crying foul and claiming you stole from him.

Yeah but if I'm on his prize racehorse, he'd have a damn hard time catching me! [He jokes.] In any case, I'd pay you whatever I could get in the meanwhile, if you came back with one of your horses.

[ She laughs, reaching out and kicking the edge of the bed gently before deciding to toe out of her boots. ] Alright, that's a fair point.

I will, then, [ she continues, bending over to put her boots aside a little more out of the way so there's no risk of tripping over them later. ] Come back to you with a horse in tow. When I am able to.

I'll wait a while then. [He promises. He watches her slip off her boots curiously.] We'll see what you think of me then, when I'm not held together with prayers and suture threads.

[ The way she smiles at him after that promise should make it clear how truly pleased she is to hear it. ]

Considering what I think of you now, I think it's safe to assume that my opinion will only have improved.

[There's that funny look on his face again, half anxiety, half amusement.] Alright. It's a deal, I'll be here. [If something calls him away, he'll at least leave a note for her.]

[ Well, now she has to come back, if only to make sure that his worries are assuaged. She'll have to talk with Éothain, but she's fairly certain they can swing their route around to bring them back to Hjaroarholt in a few days' time. ]

Good. I'll look forward to seeing you again.

[ That sorted, she kicks her feet up onto the edge of his bed, getting comfortable in her chair. ]

[He pats her on the shin, awkwardly but companionably.] You gonna tuck me in? Wait for me to fall asleep again? 'Cause I'll be honest, darlin', I'm exhausted.

[ His hands really are huge.

She smiles at him and wiggles her toes, otherwise remaining put. Maybe she is going to wait for him to fall asleep. It's certainly more peaceful in here than it was in the tavern, which is where she's going to wind up sleeping tonight, once the noise has died down. ]

Sleep, witcher. You've had a long day and you need to rest.

Mmm. [Another sleepy little growl and the witcher turns his face into the pillow, good hand resting on her shin until his body relaxes and he commences snoring.]

[ The snoring really is remarkably loud, but Éomer doesn't mind it. She's used to men snoring, after all, and while Eskel sleeps, she's afforded an excellent opportunity to watch him as much as she likes. Relaxed, his scars looks even less upsetting than they do when they move as he speaks, and she once again determines that she will do her best to return.

Only when the fire has burned so low that it's little more than embers does she shift herself from beneath his touch, slowly rising to her feet so she can bank the fire in the hearth to keep it burning a little while longer. Stopping to collect her shoes as she passes by the bed, she takes the time to tuck him in like he teased she might, brushing a few pieces of hair away from his face and leaning down to kiss his unmarred cheek. ]

Goodnight, Eskel.

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