The Tale of Eowyn and her Arm...

Eowyn, Mummy and The-Tree-She-Fell-Out-Of, just minutes before...
Daddy, Eowyn and a very brave smile, in XRAY...
Lovely friends bringing cheer the next day (Adys 4 without significant sleep for 33 hours at this point!)

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