"I do not intend to make it a subject for debate," Eowyn says firmly, finding a brush for her hair. She left it loose all through the night, and now it is impressively tangled in places. Though Faramir had certainly enjoyed it..."Though I do not think he will argue much. More likely he has anticipated me, for he is not inclined to watch us make doe-eyes at each other across the Great Hall, as he put it."

She does not sound even remotely repentant. Quite the opposite. And she is far too satisfied to be annoyed at her brother's teasing.