She does not have a chance to answer this, or to exchange yet another kiss, as they are interrupted by a knock and a rambunctious call to wake. Eowyn glares at the door, but there is little heat in it, for truthfully she is still too languid and pleased to muster up much annoyance, however quick her temper is at other times. "No," she agrees. She caresses his face and shoulder, then sighs and rises, going to the closet to look for clothing fit for the day. "At least in Ithilien we may expect a more genteel summons, I hope. Though it adds another layer of appeal to the idea of escaping with you for some few days now."

No one to rouse them from bed at all, or to call them to any duty. Though would both become bored and fretful without work to do before long, but a few days respite...that is most appealing, just now.