Éomer eyed her worriedly.
'Éowyn… tell me, are you well?'
She turned around abruptly.
'What makes you ask that?'
'You are… not yourself,' he said, his eyes upon the flower chain she had made and was now playing with.
She gave a silvery laugh.
'And you think you know my true self that well? This is how people behave when they are happy, brother.'
Éomer stared at her. She sighed and looked at him with poorly concealed pity.
'What?' He was becoming angry.
Éowyn suddenly smiled.
'I am sorry you do not yet know this kind of happiness, brother,' she said.