After, she looked at Eomer, and blinked, she was so weary, she wanted to fall into a chair, to rest, but she couldn't she needed him to see she wasn't useless. However, after that flurry of activity even though she was trying not to seem sick, her face had grown even paler, and her face was sweaty from the exertion from an already weakened body. She wasn't thinking of that though as she went to the baby's crib to check on him. She knealed down rocking him softly. So small, all of them so small, out on their own. She wondered if she had been left out on her own at the little five year old's age woudl she be able to survive. Probably not, these people were strong, they were resilient, they were brave, and she was feeling as a Queen and someone that was supposed to be leading these people she was falling short. What if the people found out outside of the Palace that she was sick? Would they too lose faith in thier Queen, and want a new one. Would everyone gang on her to take her away from the one person she never wanted to be taken away from. She placed her face near the baby's, and said softly, "You sleep sweet baby. Maybe eventually I will learn your name, all you little ones names."
However, her mind was quickly going into darker places, and thoughts within her head. Was she destined to be a failure? Sent back to Dol Amroth in disgrace? She had to pull herself together, but how she did not know. She felt stuck in every direction. She checked on the two little girls, just to keep herself moving and thinking on something else. If she kept thinking about her own problems she would go nuts. She tucked the two in making the covers go around them tightly. She was moving moving moving, until she thought she would fall down, but now she couldn't stop. She had something else to worry about and forget her own problems, she had something positive to do, to protect, heal, and bring these little ones back around.