[Nothing. Nothingness has never relieved her before. But... nothing. Not her uncle's death, not the coming of the war, not Gríma's rise in her absence. Just... nothing.]
[Éowyn's relief is visible, and she bites her lip and smiles, her shoulders softening as she lets out a breath she wasn't entirely aware of holding. She's sufficiently grateful for the news that she doesn't even take umbridge at the request (order, clearly an order) that follows it.]
no subject
[Éowyn's relief is visible, and she bites her lip and smiles, her shoulders softening as she lets out a breath she wasn't entirely aware of holding. She's sufficiently grateful for the news that she doesn't even take umbridge at the request (order, clearly an order) that follows it.]
Yes, my lady. And thank you.