Barely comprehending what's going on, Firo's only impulse is to hold on to his friends. Eowyn, of course, is one of the foremost among them. But looking at her face and hearing her words, he realizes that he doesn't have a hope of holding her back. Nor should he; he's respected her as a warrior ever since hearing her story, and that means she makes her own decisions.

He elbows one of the people next to him to gain the space to hug her back--it's the least he can do at this point. These displays aren't all that easy for him, but now he kind of wishes he could just hold on forever. But he won't.

"I will. You do what you need to do." It may not seem such a tall order, simply remembering her. But it is, kind of, for Firo--he's always known that life moves on relentlessly. One way to cope with that is to move on yourself, which is what he did in his early days.

All the same, he's never had any intention of forgetting her, so he can make that promise honestly.

For some reason, he can feel a lump in his throat and a stinging in his eyes. "Thank you. I-I'll--" Miss her. He tries to force something like a smile, but it's already all he can do to keep himself together. "I wouldn't have lasted this long without you."