“You look lovely this morning,” Faramir greeted.
Éowyn pulled away from him, scowling. “Lovely?” she repeated. “My skin is blotchy, my ankles are huge, none of my gowns fit, I’m a bloated, lumpy cow….” abruptly she began weeping, “..and I’m going to look like this til this child sees fit to be born!”
Faramir did not seem surprised by her shift of mood. He took her in his arms, placed their joined hands on her swollen belly. “You are always lovely to me,” he murmured, smiling.
Again Éowyn wondered how she had come to be blessed with such an understanding husband.