"Oh, I've always been on the brawny side. Think my family were sturdy hill-folk." He chuckled. "I did get tall in a hurry though. Spent like a year tripping and falling on my ass. Right around the time I thought I'd gotten a hang of the training too." He strokes her hair. He wouldn't dare mention it but he imagines Éomer was like the horses she rides: long coltish limbs that went from awkward to powerful, lean muscle.