They do, and eat well; now that the worst of her morning sickness has passed (she hopes), Eowyn has been eating much more than is her usual wont, a thing she would find disconcerting if the reason why were not so obvious. So far she has had none of the strange food cravings some have warned her to expect, and most glad she is of it. Though there is time yet.

An hour's passing finds her lying with her head on her husband's thigh while he strokes at her hair, which has mostly dried in the afternoon heat. Her hand lies idly on her swelling belly, and her eyes are closed against the sunlight beaming down on them both.