"No, well." Her mouth twisted sharply, and the softness of her voice was gone again, leaving only that steely will behind it. "I doubt that they suspect hounds of such deep feeling either. Or caged birds. Or furniture. It seems to me that they consider us little more than that, at any event."

Was it wise to speak so sharply, so publicly? Probably not, but Éowyn couldn't bring herself to care.