‘Something like that.’ Éomer takes Éothain’s arm and leads him a little further out. A cool breeze kicks up, pleasant and autumnal. All too soon it will be hard to bed down without tents and shelter. The winter will come to grip the land hard and firm. ‘I was there truly to see the state of the Fords, to sound out the well-being of our people on Théodred’s behalf. But I was also a bit curious for I’ve…I’ve taken onboard a bit of a questionable arrangement.’ What a fierce expression of oh no crosses Éothain’s face! Éomer feels a mite offended by it.
Eothain continues to be one of the only people holding Rohan together as one of the few sane members of the royal household.
Eomer: so. Grima. We're uh...
Eothain: if you're fucking him I will have One Thousand opinions, none of them good.
Eomer: we have an Arrangement.
Eothain: please leave out the gory details.
Eomer: good lord Eothain, I'm just having him spy on Saruman for us in return for my promise to save his ugly skin should the war end in our favour.
Eothain: Oh. Well. That's alright then.
Eomer: and we're fucking.
Eothain: GODS DAMNIT