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Wyniel went back to her own bedroom near midnight. Boromir was sitting in the windowsill, looking at the city.
"You're back." he rose to greet her.
"How could you just sit there?" she demanded of him. "Always, always you say nothing, letting Faramir take that abuse!"
Boromir was stunned by this sudden reproach. He stared, stammered, and faltered in his footsteps. "Wyniel," he began, but couldn't say anything else.
"Why is it that I am always sticking up for him? Goodness, I can't even imagine what kind of maltreatment he was subject to before I can along!" she stopped for breath and to sit down, resting her ankles from the weight she supported. "How can you lead hundreds into battle but not stand up to your father?" she allowed Boromir to comfort her, and he cradled her shaking figure in the dim light of the moon.