She holds herself up as they both come undone, then collapses on his chest after, her head resting on his shoulder. They're both breathing hard, and her hair is sticking to her back, and any other sweat-covered skin it touches, whether hers or his. Ruefully, Eowyn realizes she now probably needs a bath.

Later. Right now all she wants is to lie in her husband's arms, both of them spent and blissful. She kisses his cheek absently, murmuring his name.