Though she tries not to look too stunned, Éomer finds herself mouthing the word “fly” incredulously, though she tells herself she will ask for more details another time. Right now, she just grins at him.

“Indeed they do.”

That is, assuming that she won’t be sent off on another patrol come dawn, but for now, she can promise to teach him with full intent on following through. He will not be smiling so much by the time they are through; Éomer is an exacting instructor and does not go easy on anyone no matter who they might be. It is why the riders under her command are so skilled. She will not tolerate anything less.