When Faramir had heard that Éowyn arrived, he had been nearly overcome with emotion. And hearing from when she had come had only made him sadder. She would not remember him when she awoke; everything they had shared had been for naught. To her it would be as if they had never met.
But even if she did not recognize him, he would be here. He would be here to watch out for her, for he loved the White Lady of Rohan, even if she did not know his name, and would never love him in return. For would she? With things so changed, would she ever turn her heart in his direction?
Still, such thoughts were selfish, and he pushed them aside as he entered the room and pulled a chair to her bedside, taking her hand.