he’s been watching, observing as she moves about the fortress. there is a crease in her brows, a look of worry or something akin to it. somehow he feels it is not a worry about the upcoming battle, but of her duties surrounding it. to stay in the caves with those who are unable to fight, to keep them feeling safe while all able bodied men risk their lives above. he understand her desire to fight, but he also understands theoden’s wish to keep her out of harms way. for all he knows she is the only one left of his kin. eomer is not here, it is only her. it was not a kings order that kept her away from battle, but the love and fear of a father. ❝ there are many who would wish to be given your task, my lady. there is no soul in this world who desires war. though there may be great warriors, there is not one who has not wished he could be home, away from death. ❞