"Quite possibly." Faramir eyes the way Windfola is dancing. "I think he will not tolerate anything less than a gallop!"

Once they're out, Faramir laughs to see Eowyn take off, and clicks at Mithlun, who snorts her opinion of these young energetic types but obediently picks up her heels to run. They've no chance of catching them, but the joy is in the running, and not the catching anyway.