Eowyn, in contrast, is deeply moved almost to the point of tears. It would be difficult to pinpoint exactly why, aside from love of Faramir, or perhaps the overwhelming sense of freedom she feels in this moment. But she kisses him with deep, serious passion, her hands cradling his face, her fingertips buried in his hair.
Tempted to write a fic where Eomer later finds this, I should figure that out.