Leliana's stomach gurgles, which is really answer enough. She frowns down at herself for a moment--her body's not supposed to obviously betray her like this--but sighs and nods.

"Fresh food sounds wonderful. Thank you." She gives a little bow and gestures with one arm down the hall. "After you, ser."

She may have chosen to trust him for now, but her (understandable, given her occupation) paranoia won't let her turn her back on him. Especially not when she's fatigued and hungry.