Hope surges within her breast, her fingers tightening a little against his arm once more, unconsciously.

"May we? Yes. Please-- I would be grateful. I had hoped I might look for him, but stuck in these Houses... and it appeared--" She draws in a deep breath, searching for the right words. "Unseemly, to worry about one horse amidst all this. No matter how dear."

There are no guarantees, she realizes, but if there is even a small a chance, she must take it. She's silent for a moment, thinking. "A Marshal or a Captain of the Rohirrim there would be in the City, left in charge of those men of the Mark who stayed behind. He might know more of the recovered horses, Rohirric and Gondorian alike."