When he was allowed to enter the room Faramir looked nearly as pale and exhausted as his wife. He sat on the edge of the bed and kissed her brow softly before speaking. "I will never touch you again. I swear it..."
She laughed softly, and lifted her free hand to press it to his cheek. "Yes you will." She kissed him lightly, then smiled and whispered for his ears only, "I will insist."
He gave a soft laugh of his own, and smiled weakly.
Éowyn's smile grew, and it was full of pride. "Now, my love, meet your daughter."