"We of Rohan value plain speaking," Eowyn says, smiling a little. "And my brother in particular will rarely speak any other way save directly to the point. But I have heard very little of your meeting back in Minas Tirith. What happened between you?"

She is being nosy--but Eowyn values plain speaking herself, and Eomer is her only kin, and has spoken little of his meeting with Lothiriel. Which is interesting in and of itself, to her mind, for it seems less a silence born of thoughtlessness and more one born of too much thought.

Her blush depends as Lothiriel teases her, though she cannot deny its justification. "I should hope not," she says, just a little prim, though her mouth twitches at the corner. "Though at least you seem to find it endearing. Others have not been so approving."