Diplomacy and other queenly duties exhaust her in ways being a soldier never could; Éomer is well-used to the physical fatigue of training or riding hard for weeks at a time, but some days even just a few meetings is all it takes for her to feel like curling up and taking a nap herself.

"You are welcome to rest here anytime, Eskel," she says quietly, smiling as he nips gently at her skin. "In any season."

Maybe it's a fantasy, but the idea that he might find it safe enough to return to her when he needs to recuperate is a nice one.