Their daughter's cries wake Faramir in the middle of the night; he feels Eowyn stir beside him, but tells her to go back to sleep, and makes his way to the cradle.
The baby's diaper is dry, so he brings her back to Eowyn. She rolls over and puts the child to her breast; she's had plenty of practice with their son. She can do this in her sleep and, judging from the peaceful expression on her face, she just has.
The baby settles in to suckle, and Faramir pulls the blanket up to keep Eowyn and their daughter warm.