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She snorts a little, for they both know how insatiable he is. The healers insisted on Elboron sleeping in another room at night, that his parents might get the rest they needed to fulfill their duties, or else the past months would have been difficult indeed.

Gently she tugs Elboron's hand, encouraging him to grip her fingers instead. "No, but I am," she says, with more than a little irony. She smiles at Faramir. "So I should tend to that, while you tend to all else, yes?"