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Another kiss, and she reluctantly releases him. She strips off her drenched, now entirely useless shift--it will dry hard as a board if she is not careful--and finds her dress, pulling it on before she begins shivering too much again. They only brought simple clothing, the colors and cuts common and uncomplicated, though the material perhaps better quality. For the moment they are not Prince and Lady, but only Faramir and Éowyn, and for all her pride she is enjoying it.