In truth Faramir thinks it all a little foolish as well, but he knows the dangers of rumor too well to disregard them. And some rumors are likely already flying through the city. He is the Steward, and she slew the Witch-king. Whether they like it or not, anything they do is of note, and being enclosed here is only some protection--and that protection mostly in that few of the rumors will be repeated in his ears, or hers.

He makes a mental note to ask Húrin about that, on the morrow. For now..."Is there a plant in your chamber in need of watering?" he asks hopefully. "Or if the window looks East, perhaps that might be made useful..."