He could not truly answer her, for he had not the frame of reference for such questions before arriving in this city. And yet he thought it must be true all the same. He did not know Eomer well, but he knew that he loved his sister dearly. He had only to see him hunched over her bedside for days on end to know it. The people of this city might not know Rohan as it stood, but Aragorn was of the opinion that if ever there were to be a favourable representation, they would find it in Eowyn.

He had known from the moment he met her that she was a woman to be admired, but the strength of her resolve in this city only reassured him of that fact.

"I did not know your uncle or brother well," he admitted, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye, "but I do know they would be proud of any life you chose to make." There were heavy expectations on her shoulders, he knew that well enough, but she bore them with pride and strength.