[Éowyn is regretting a lot of things in her life right now, mostly the overdeveloped sense of pride that made her sign up for this insanity. Now the hour's upon her, she's uncomfortably aware than maybe, just maybe, the slight of being thought to be scared might be less than the slight she's about to do to her country, her honour, herself...]
[But one thing's for sure. She did sign up, and that, to her mind, is a promise made, a challenge answered. She can't go back on it now.]
[When Remus answers the door, she draws herself up to her full height, breathing in long and slow to steady herself, and gives him a slightly wary smile. If she's going to do this, then she can at least think of plenty worse people to do it with.]
No. No, I am... I am quite all right.
[She clears her throat, nudging the door closed behind her, and crosses her arms a little self-consciously over her breasts.]
You look well.
[HOW DO FLIRT? More importantly, HOW DO SEGUE SMOOTHLY INTO FUCK-TIME?]
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[But one thing's for sure. She did sign up, and that, to her mind, is a promise made, a challenge answered. She can't go back on it now.]
[When Remus answers the door, she draws herself up to her full height, breathing in long and slow to steady herself, and gives him a slightly wary smile. If she's going to do this, then she can at least think of plenty worse people to do it with.]
No. No, I am... I am quite all right.
[She clears her throat, nudging the door closed behind her, and crosses her arms a little self-consciously over her breasts.]
You look well.
[HOW DO FLIRT? More importantly, HOW DO SEGUE SMOOTHLY INTO FUCK-TIME?]