�How is he?� it came out in a rush, spoken more for the sake of speaking than for any other reason.
�His shoulder still pains him,� the eyes that met his at these words were vibrant with inner fire and glorious like sky at dusk. They watched him intently as he nodded his understanding.
�I am Melneya.� She rose extending her hand. Her height astounded him. Her grace and poise did not.
�Boromir.�
�His brother?�
�Yes.�
Her eyes cast to Faramir during this revelation but her voice and stance betrayed no emotion.
�I will leave you then.� She crossed the room, took up her cloak, and wrapped it around her midnight-blue clad form. As she headed toward the door, she paused, �I have left something for the pain,� with that she was gone.