it had been a long time since eomer had graced maerwen with his presence during her shifts as the night watch. she would not be naive and say that she expected different, but it hurt all the same. perhaps it was better to not be involved, to not care for him so much. she settles with this feeling now, as her hands rest flat on the cool surface as she sits on the stone foundation. it is a perfect view to see if anyone should approach, and the perfect view to give her mind some clarity — to force her thoughts away from the man who she longed to see so much.
