[There's definitely not one. But luckily, Éowyn's sharp enough that he doesn't have to embarrass himself further by explaining what he means. She blushes a little, but does her best to keep her chin up, brushing past him to go and sit on his bed.]

No. I have never lain with a man. And that is the last we will say of it, save that you ought not to be worried if I bleed.

[She probably won't. She's been riding horses for most of her life, if nothing else. But she can't be sure of it, and it's best to be upfront about the risk.]

[Besides, if she's matter-of-fact enough, maybe it'll do something to quell the fluttering of her heart and settle that sick nervousness in her belly. Pretending confidence and control has won her battles in the past. Clearing her throat, she reaches up to unfasten her cloak, folding it and setting it to one side.]

Innocent I may be, but I do know we are too far apart to do what we must - not to mention too well-clothéd. Come, sit with me.