Faramir's expression too is a little wistful, for all its admiration as he looks around what must surely be a vista as familiar to him as the back of his own hand, and he shakes his head. His voice is more quiet, more confiding, as he answers her. "Lovely and grand, yes. And yet...awe rarely goes hand in hand with comfort. Or with peace."

His smile is a little regretful for a moment before he shakes his head and turns back to her, offering his arm yet again before leading her across the Court of the Fountain. "I should like to visit Rohan, and test your claim. I have heard tell of the Golden Hall of Meduseld, and often wished to see it; to me it has always sounded magnificent."