Her eyes are not yet open, and she is more than willing to be thus held. If she could sleep again, she would--but Eowyn finds she is awake whether she wills or no.

Still, this is no bad way to wake, with a husband--thus husband--pressed warm along her back, his arm firm around her waist even in his sleep, his breath teasing at her neck and shoulder. Eowyn shivers, enjoying the feel of it, enjoying all of this moment and the memory of the previous day, the previous night. All their waiting and working led to this, and it has proved is more than worth all the effort and impatience.

But her arm has pins and needles from being slept on, and she is uncomfortable in other ways, so eventually, reluctantly, she disengages herself, shivering as she rises to tend her body's needs as quickly as she may before returning to the bed.