He sleeps so deeply he's confused when he wakes up. The smell of Éomer beside him, the warmth of her body, makes him think he's dreamt the previous night and all the ones before it. He has to check momentarily to see that he's not still wounded, that he's not still sleeping beside her in the little cottage where he laid lain for weeks recovering from his injuries.

Everything comes back to him quite swiftly, however, when he spots the thing that woke him-- a fair-haired maid of barely sixteen standing at the foot of the bed and looking lol a deer caught in the eyes of a hound.

"Um..." She begins, blushing scarlet.

"It's alright." Eskel says, gently shaking Éomer's shoulder. "Éomer, duty calls, I think."