Éowyn laughs happily in fond amusement at his rueful answer, hugging him to her as best she can and dropping a kiss into his hair. Gods, how she loves him! "Peace, husband!" she says, a trace of laughter still edging each word. "Have your rest. I should not wish to run you quite so ragged so soon..."

Her lips curve into another, fond smile, evident in her tone even were one not to look upon her expression. Her fingertips trace lightly the length of his spine, almost so lightly as to be ticklish, but not quite. "I happily admit, it is very nice as well-- to simply lay here like this. I am looking forward to doing so every night."