Eowyn sighs, reluctantly separating from him a little further, so as not to embarass the poor messenger, who bows when he reaches them before stammering that indeed both of them are summoned: Eowyn by her brother, and Faramir by the king. They thank him graciously and promise to follow in his wake as quickly as they may, and once he is further out of earshot Eowyn chuckles.

"I would bet good coin," she says, as they begin walking together (arm in arm, but decorously so) back towards the Golden Hall, "that my brother intends to berate me for not being more restrained, and that he is not relishing the necessity. The more so since he knows full well how little use such a conversation will be."