Exhaustion was not a new feeling by any means. But the exhaustion Eomer felt now was one far deeper than merely a bodily tiredness. No, indeed, it was a tiredness that seeped down into his soul itself, and weighed on his shoulders. He felt.. heavy, lost and bordering on the verge of madness that couldn't be cured by anything other than self will. Eomer had to get out of the hospital. So many days of waiting had left him restless and uncertain, and afraid. He would never deny his fear, of course.
But, he decided that he couldn't keep it all in, and Freda was the closest person he had besides Lothiriel herself. So he'd called in Faramir and set out himself to meet the woman he'd loved for a long time in the earlier years of his life. To talk to her about his wife, and their lost child.
Eomer came through the doors and spied the woman and their steeds, and the look in his eyes brightened considerably. No matter Firefoot's actions with Lothiriel days before, Eomer cherished the horse more than words could ever say. He looked at them both, Firefoot and Freda, and offered a very faint, strained smile.
"Thank you," he said, "for taking time in my need, we'll only ride a short while. I don't want her waking up without me, if I can help it."