The dress slips off her shoulders, and Éowyn pulls her arms from the sleeves, bends so she can lower it and remove it entirely. She is still wearing a white chemise underneath, and it falls as low as her thighs, but the neckline is lower, and the material much more fine.

She takes a small step back, folding her dress over her arm and standing before him, letting him have a good look at her. Her gaze is almost challenging, though her face is flushed. "Well, my lord?"