"Yes," she says quietly by way of agreement; to all of his points, really. She sits still when Faramir goes on, trying to keep her expression even. I now find I am reluctant to go. Perhaps she might guess as to one of those reasons, though the thought serves to add to her disquiet and uncertainty. But, it does not matter now. The city and its folk need their Steward.

"There is much work to be done, for certain-- I think even the Warden had to concede to the fact." She pauses, glancing at him before adding with a hint of wry amusement, "Though I daresay being freed from the Houses does not keep you safe from the dreaded willowbark tea. I should not be surprised if you find that intrepid apprentice behind your door soon enough with regards from the Warden."