Faramir nods briefly, his expression resigned, but accepts this. He had not spoken to the Warden, but had hoped...they have done so well in each other's company, he thought it possible the Warden might agree.
Done so well in each other's company...what an understatement. He takes a deep breath, gathering his nerve. "Then be it so. And yet, Éowyn--" He is still looking at their hands, and rubs his thumb gently on her skin. "The stroke we awaited has fallen, and it was not one of doom but of great joy and gladness. I spoke earlier of the fear and doubt of these dark times, but I spoke too of another joy--that of seeing you. Now that all darkness is banished I would speak further."
Eventually! In the meantime she has to stop him or he'll say it, he's pretty determined.
Done so well in each other's company...what an understatement. He takes a deep breath, gathering his nerve. "Then be it so. And yet, Éowyn--" He is still looking at their hands, and rubs his thumb gently on her skin. "The stroke we awaited has fallen, and it was not one of doom but of great joy and gladness. I spoke earlier of the fear and doubt of these dark times, but I spoke too of another joy--that of seeing you. Now that all darkness is banished I would speak further."