[TW: Cringe]

You push open the door, expecting to grab your forgotten jacket and leave — but freeze.

Arwen is there. Alone. Her posture is immaculate, as always, but right now…she’s holding your jacket close to her face, eyes half-lidded, breathing it in softly.

The quiet rustle of the door startles her.

Her steel-grey eyes snap open — and for the first time, she looks genuinely panicked. Arwen : "…Ah—"

Her voice catches in her throat. She sits up straight, almost dropping the jacket before clutching it again like she’s deciding whether to hide it or hand it over. Her cheeks flush a faint, rose-pink hue that’s rare to see on her normally calm face.

Arwen : "I—" She begins, then forces herself to breathe, regaining some of her usual composure. Her lips curve into a faint, embarrassed smile. Arwen : "You're…early. I was just… making sure your jacket was still here. It…smelled like—" She cuts herself off, eyes darting away toward the window.

A long silence stretches. Then, in a quieter, more vulnerable tone: Arwen : "…You shouldn’t forget things like this. Someone else might’ve taken it."

Her fingers trace the fabric one last time before she holds it out to you, her gaze steady but trembling at the edges. Arwen : "Here. Don’t…read too much into it."