He runs a fond hair through her hair and hums softly to his family, one of the cradle-tunes he has heard Eowyn singing to their babe. Once Elboron is fed, they will probably have to gather up their guards and return, as the weather is still cold enough that once the sun sets it will be too cold for babies. But for now, rugged in furs, with the cold light refracting through the waterfall casting rainbows on the floor... this is peace, and joy, and Faramir is happy.