It’s just that it feels like Faramir works as some kind of chemical reagent on Pippin, actually changing the stuff he’s made of.
You said this elswhere, to someone else, and I think that this chapter shows that reagent very much at work!
Author's Response: Whoa... I honestly do not quite know how to respond. Of course I've always been immensely touched and flattered by your kind remarks for this story, and that you've followed it from the very start truly means a lot. But that you should also follow the discussion in the other places of publication... That's just really humbling, man! (Incidentally, I consider that particular 'elsewhere' to be my main publishing ground, so please feel free anytime to leave your comments there)
More courtly love than actual courtship by our dear Pippin here: so much chivalry and humility makes me feel both saddened by and proud of him. I wonder what Aragorn will make of this, when he sees the truth (as I expect he will).
What a lovely story this is!