She echoes his sigh when his lips cover hers, closing her eyes and framing his face with her palms as she kisses back. It is a slow, loving kiss and yet has such intensity and longing right beneath the surface; Éowyn all but melts against him, a sweet little frisson coursing through her body. If memorable was his intention, he certainly succeeded with that.

"If that was meant to make our return under the public eye more tolerable... it did not," she breathes with a slightly rueful, thready chuckle once they part, her breaths coming a little heavier than usually. If anything, such a kiss only makes her more reluctant to let go of this stolen moment.