He could not imagine how she must feel, separated from her family so. It had been long since Aragorn had any family to speak of, and in that at least he must find this city easier to bear. He missed his friends but he trusted they would continue on without him, as they had before. If he let himself think too long on it, his heart longed to hear Arwen's voice one last time, feel her touch, but that was a thought he would not allow himself.

She did not want to know the truth of what events occurred back in Arda, and he would respect her wishes, but he could not see the sadness on her face and not respond. He gave her a sidelong glance, sympathetic without pity. He wished to tell her that her kin were safe, but he could not do so, knowing the fate that had befallen Théoden. He would speak of Eomer, only the avoidance of her uncle would only make things clearer to her.

"They would be proud," he told her instead, for that he knew at least to be true. "And glad to hear of your safety, even in this place."