Eowyn sipped her drink once more. Yes, too sweet, but she tasted the bitterness of the coffee beneath it. It could have been balanced had it a bit less sugar, and she did not think she had ever known a pumpkin to taste so.

"They will be," she agreed. "In such times, perhaps we must come and sit with each other in front of heaters. It will not be the same as having an eored crowded near, drinking and grabbing pinches of the serving-women, but it will be better than sitting alone."