Eomer manages not to react to this information about Lothiriel, aside from the very slight raising of one eyebrow and the fact that he looks back up the hill where Meduseld waits for them.

"Of that, I am certain. We of the Mark are a inclined to be straightforward, but even here, I do not think I have ever met anyone so artless." He cannot keep the faint admiration from his voice as he says it.