Eowyn sees them as soon as they return, and frowns a little, for Eomer is scowling and she cannot imagine what Faramir might have said to make him look so fell, particularly not when they left on terms of good accord. She would like to get his attention, but aside from a glance at both her and Lothiriel, and a slight bow of the head in acknowledgement to them and to Faramir, he ignores her and walks with deliberate determination towards Elfhelm, engaging him at once in earnest discussion.

Eowyn's eyes narrow further. That her brother has heard something he did not wish to hear is obvious, and that he resents it is equally obvious, at least to her eyes. But she will need to beard him in his lair, somewhere less public, if she is to convince him to speak of it to her.

That she can, she does not doubt. They have rarely had secrets from each other, and she knows him well. And Faramir she may question later. For now she turns back to Lothiriel, wondering how the younger woman will react to the return of the men.