She takes his arm, smiling up at him as they leave the stables, closing and bolting the doors behind them. "Indeed, my lord, we shall."

There is only a slight hint of double meaning to the way she emphasizes the words, for they are not done working yet. Both are hungry, for one thing. If all has happened as planned, a few swift Riders will have been here before them, to lay in some stock of supplies: fresh fruit and vegetables, bread, dairy. Meat and fish they may get themselves come the morning if they wish--though Eowyn still has other hopes for the day...

But Eomer has outdone himself. A wealth of foodstuffs are waiting for them in pantry, enough for a week and more, neatly stowed next to the cooking supplies. She even sees a covered basket that smells suspiciously like honey-cake. Eowyn knows the rest of the lodge will be as well stocked, with everything two people on their honeymoon might wish, and for a brief moment she is near tears, for she has the best and most considerate of brothers. It feels like receiving his blessing on her marriage anew, and she is glad of it.