Boromir had just left her sight when Eswen heard a groan. She turned to see the rider struggling to stand; she glanced around to see if there was anyone else about. But everyone had gone to prepare for the battle.
"Lean on me," Eswen told the rider. "I will help you to the Houses of Healing, there you will be very well looked after."
She struggled slightly under his weight and could not move very fast as she helped the rider through the streets. They finally reached the Houses of Healing and Ioreth, the eldest of the women who served in the house met them at the door. She showed Eswen to a spare bed and she lowered the rider onto it. Ioreth quickly began tending to the rider's wounds.
Feeling helpless, Eswen asked Ioreth what she could do to help.
"Wake the women who also serve in this house. There will be many wounded from the battle arriving in the morning. We need to be well prepared." Ioreth turned to face Eswen for a moment, "And please fetch some water." She indicated a ewer standing on a table in the corner and then she paid her attention back to the rider.
Eswen picked up the ewer and went quickly outside. The streets were empty and quiet and seemed somewhat foreign as Eswen hurried through them. She hoped Boromir and her father were safe and wished that they would return victorious in the morning light. She found and woke several women who served in the Houses of Healing and gave them the news.
Many of the women had husbands and sons that had gone to the battle and were already awake. They seemed slightly glad that they had something to do instead of worrying and waiting for the morning and what news it would bring.
After delivering the message she went to get some water. She filled the ewer and returned quickly to the house. Ioreth thanked her for the water and seeing that there was not much more that could be done Eswen slipped outside. She rested her head against the wall and wishing that the morning would bring good tidings she slipped off to sleep.