Shaking his head, as he gazed down into her face, “no my love, I’m not leaving you, merely going to the door and sending someone off to get you a drink.” He didn’t reply to sleeping by her side, as he knew that sleep was not on his mind, he was too concerned with how ill she appeared to be, to be able to lay there sleeping. He would be too worried about her, and every time she made any kind of noise whilst sleeping he knew, just knew he would be wide awake and attempting to find out what had caused such. Pulling himself up slowly but just before he did, he placed a soft kiss on her forehead, and then walked too the door, Theodrake and Deorwine were both standing outside, so obviously he sent Deorwine off to the kitchens to fetch the some medicinal herbal tea and actually he’d drink some of it himself, as it would merely help them both relax a little.
He walked back over to her, and sat on the bed, his hand lightly stroking the side of her face, “remember when you were little, and the wind roared so loudly you thought it was a monster coming from the White mountains to eat us all?” He asked softly, “well, I’ll tell you a secret,” he whispered as he lowered his head and kissed her brow gently, “I believed you and when you fell to sleep, I crept out and stole Theoden’s sword and kept it all night, until the sun rose, just in case it found you.” A soft laugh coming from his lips, as he was obviously recalling the moment, the only time anyone could remotely say Eomer got something akin to fear was whenever he believed either his sister or Lothiriel were in danger, and then he acted as he saw as appropriate.
He sat there quietly then until Deorwine returned and knocked on the door, pulling himself up and going too it himself, rather than telling Deorwine to come in. He collected what Deorwine had brought, and his friend had thought and made sure to bring food for Eomer, even if not particularly something that Lothiriel would particularly want to share with him. As it was merely dry bread and some cheese, something that whilst Eomer wasn’t particularly keen on, he would eat out of habit, as it tended to be that which they had as their rations so it was something that would draw his attention.
Eomer placed the tray down on one of the many tables and poured Lothiriel a cup of the tea, and took it too her, using one of his arms to draw her up into a sitting position, and yes he did have every intention of slowly helping her drink the hot brew.