Eowyn wakes at once at a pitiful mewl from Elboron, a sound she knows well: he is confused, wanting a warm body to snuggle against, and hungry. With a sigh she disentangles herself from Faramir, dresses quickly despite being groggy-minded, and crawls over to where they left their son cradled. It does not take long before she has him settled and feeding again. She leans her head back against the rock wall, her eyes closed, still drowsy.