A cold shiver runs through her at the answer and unbeknownst to her, she shifts closer to him, her arm pressing flush against his and fingers of their clasped hands still entwined.

"Then you think that the Darkness is coming?" She swallows dryly, a hint of a shake in her voice. In that moment, she does not fail to recall that Faramir sees further and keener than most Men, fearing his words now in light of his gift. "Darkness unescapable?"