Lothiriel had drifted into her nightmare as Eomer was dabbing her forehead, and talking to her. As Eomer went to kiss her and he watched her tears started falling from her face, and she started mumbling in her sleep, "No, No, Don't... Please, let me stay," Her head starting to turn back and forth, "No, not back in there, no..." She rolled onto her side in a fetal position and mumbled again, "I just want to stay with him, Please..." Then with a final screamed, "NO!" she woke up sitting up, tears streaming from her eyes. "NO!!! It can't happen, I can't let that happen." She said aloud, not knowing yet that Eomer was near, as she was still half in sleep half awake.
When she finally came fully to her senses she looked and there was Eomer. Her eyes looked sad, almost dead, no fire in those grey eyes. They looked like dark grey pools in a storm from her sadness. "Is it true?" She whispered. "Is it true that you have brought children here that are yours? Please, please tell me it isn't true. Tell me they aren't yours. Tell me you have never been with another since I have been back." Her eyes bore no heat, no anger, just sadness, weariness, and a bit of suspicion, but not enough to make him really believe she believed such lies, just confirming that her heart was right, and not her head that had growing doubt in it.
She then looked at him, laying back down again, turning her body so she curled around him, as even with such little doubt, and questions coming from her she still found comfort in him. "Please, I am still attractive to you? Still the one that you love? I know... I look sickly. I don't know what is wrong with me, but I am strong... I am..." Her voice almost sounding pleading. "Don't replace me..." got mumbled out as she buried her face into his lap.