They had healers in the palace, just none riding in the Mark, when they had found the children. And whilst all of them had a little knowledge as far as patching up war wounds was concerned, they knew very little as far as any other kind of treatment was concerned. Whether or not one had been to see the children, Eomer didn’t know. He was however more concerned about them, as at least the others you could see where physically healthy, even if they would be tormented in their minds. Eomer watched how Lothiriel played with the baby and then he shook his head, he didn’t like saying no to her, but she looked ill herself, so taking care of ill children no matter how her heart wished to do such, didn’t seem like the wisest of decisions as far as Eomer was concerned.
“No Lothiriel, you are ill yourself and there are healers in the building that will take charge of their ailment,” though he did now it seemed Lothiriel would allow it, intend to spend the whole night in there with the children himself. He just didn’t think that Lothiriel looked strong or well enough to remain there. He moved then to another of the small makeshift beds that had been placed in the rooms and lay the little girl down on it gently, making sure she was comfortable, before he moved from her side and went and stood beside his wife. One of his arms winding their way around her, he had a notion in his head to tease her about her more shapely form, but had the good sense not to mention such as she had seemed so upset when first they met.
Eomer was not an innocent, he had lain with a good few women, not a large amount but enough. He as far as he knew had no children, and so therefore really wasn’t in the same kind of mind frame as Lothiriel. It wasn’t as if he would have been hard to find by any he had bedded previously to the war ending and marrying Lothiriel, for Eomer had never been one that went about trying to hide who he was, he didn’t give false names to those he had been with or tell them false stories or build up any kind of hope, that one day they would be wed. It was hard enough for Eomer to openly say he loved Lothiriel when she was awake, let alone claim such an emotion to someone he felt nothing for. He’d also, even if in a very loose way, told Lothiriel that he was not as innocent as she. Not that he would ever wish to go into any more detail than he had, just as he would not speak to any of those he called close friends, what he and Lothiriel did in the bed chamber.
Eomer was not interested in any other women, he hadn’t been interested in other women since he’d first laid his eyes on the adult Lothiriel in Gondor. He could keep telling Lothiriel that was so, but due to the nature of man he was, it didn’t even enter his head that he would have any need to do such. He believed he showed he loved her, even if he never got around to doing long romantic speeches on the matter, that they way he looked at her when they were alone, should tell her just how deeply he felt and that no other could compare or ever make that emotion falter or burn less brightly.