[Anyone who thought Eowyn would run or hide has clearly never met her. But it's frustrating, to her mind, that the first real test of her guarding is with those she wishes no harm.]
[She's using her shield cautiously, not to hit but to push back against the mob, as she tries to marshal panicking locals towards the castle. It seems like the best place - high walls and gates to lock.]
[It's hard to manhandle a mob who really want to be manhandled, though, paradoxically. She expects people she's fighting to push her away, not try to pull her in for a kiss. Or grab her breasts, which has happened several times now.]
[She's dishevelled, tired, trying not to touch them more than she has to lest the infection can pass that way. In other words, she's losing ground. Eventually, inevitably, she'll fall and either be infected or need saving herself. For now, she's just raising her voice to be heard over the din, gesturing over the top of her shield.]
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[She's using her shield cautiously, not to hit but to push back against the mob, as she tries to marshal panicking locals towards the castle. It seems like the best place - high walls and gates to lock.]
[It's hard to manhandle a mob who really want to be manhandled, though, paradoxically. She expects people she's fighting to push her away, not try to pull her in for a kiss. Or grab her breasts, which has happened several times now.]
[She's dishevelled, tired, trying not to touch them more than she has to lest the infection can pass that way. In other words, she's losing ground. Eventually, inevitably, she'll fall and either be infected or need saving herself. For now, she's just raising her voice to be heard over the din, gesturing over the top of her shield.]
To me! To me, if you seek solace!