She was a stranger amongst her kinsmen, hiding her face at the sound of familiar voices, stalling to avoid meeting anyone at the stew pot or the picket line. It irked her some that Merry could walk amongst them. They snickered at his presence, but he was tolerated. If she had revealed herself...well, she would have found herself tied to a horse and sent back to Edoras.
She frowned. She had more experience with a sword than many of the men here, called from their farms to serve their king. At least Merry believed in her. That was a comfort.