"No, I had not," she admits, for it is easier to be swept up in the moment than to deliberately plan such a thing, for Éowyn. So far, at least. "Though the idea is...not without appeal. Especially as you put it." A different sort of wedding, one entirely private, entirely theirs...oh, that is an idea to leave her breathless with wonder.

"And yet..." She pulls away a little, looking up at him with wide, serious eyes. "You have ever followed my lead, in this," Eowyn says slowly. "You have shown both gentleness and restraint, and I love you all the more for it. But I do not know what it is you want, if you would prefer to--" She flushes a little again, and takes a breath. "To wait until we are wed proper, for all to see and know, or to have some more...more private celebration. Or even if you would prefer to have a mattress!"

She laughs a little with that last addition. Her hands are pressed to his chest, and she looks unusually vulnerable in this moment, much more her age. Not the bold shieldmaiden, but a young woman unsure of herself.