Éowyn watched her brother as he danced with Lothiriel, and an amused smile curved her lips. The smile turned warm when her new husband took her hand, and she looked over at him. She laughed when he merely lifted a brow in a silent question.
"I have often heard that my brother and I inherited much of our father's temperament, and his skill with a sword." With a tilt of her head she indicated her brother and his cousin as they moved through the dance and grinned. "It would appear we have also both inherited his preference for dark hair.