Faramir's horse whickers and moves away, forcing them to separate a little. Eowyn's smile remains as bright as his. "If you look at me then as you do now, it will be no secret. But by all means choose a flower--or several--and grant them such a meaning, and I will know. Though speaking of flowers--"

She looks around, considering, then points. "Shall we break for a small time, to water our horses and ourselves? There is a small hillock by a creek over there that would make a pleasant stop." She looks back at him, eyes twinkling, and adds, "It is one that I spoke to you of once, months ago when you first came to Edoras. Do you remember?"