["Chill" is... probably not the right word for Éowyn. She thought she'd left the worst of her anxiety, along with her maidenhead, in Remus' room a few nights ago. Turns out, she's wrong, because as she draws into view of the shack, it's become entirely impossible to deny that her partner for tonight is... not what she expected.]
[Which is to say, nobody's ever really introduced Éowyn to the idea of lesbians, and she has absolutely no idea how this can possibly work.]
[She takes a deep breath, drawing herself to her full (considerable) height, and tosses her hair back over her shoulder as she approaches.]
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[Which is to say, nobody's ever really introduced Éowyn to the idea of lesbians, and she has absolutely no idea how this can possibly work.]
[She takes a deep breath, drawing herself to her full (considerable) height, and tosses her hair back over her shoulder as she approaches.]
...Would you be Alisha?