Sitting up in bed, she lets herself admire the figure he presents as he slips from her bed and goes to collect the clothes she left draped over one of the chairs by the now-dead fire, enjoying the sight of his body in the warm glow of morning as he gets dressed. He's looking well. She can't notice any new injuries, and he's clearly been getting enough work to feed himself well enough that he looks fit, even if he could probably stand to put on a little more padding.

If he stays in Edoras long enough, she'll do her best to make sure he's looked after.

"If you can wait until I am dressed, I will go down with you," she tells him, finally deciding to climb out of bed herself and making her way over to him to snatch up his shirt before he can grab for it, slipping it on to hide her nakedness like a robe. "Éothain, at least, will be glad to see you, he loves to poke fun at me but it's a little difficult now with me being his queen, so extending that to you should cheer him greatly."