((I understand late teens, but to somebody in her late 20’s, early 30’s [i guess I haven’t picked an age for her yet...hmm], an 18yo is a kid to Abia. She serves drinks to adults and old fogeys all day, every day xD soooo, to see a sight like hers in her bar is strange. stranger yet that she’s been tied up by a guy she had her eyes on a little bit herself lol))<br/><br/>Abia could only blink a bit at the girl’s words, confused at first as she wracked her brain to when she could have asked for help with the stables. Sure, she’s gotten help from some friends in the past to restock the feed and change out the hay once in a while when she was extra busy with travelers, but never anybody regular. The Calm Leaf wasn’t that well visited by outsiders to have need of it.<br/><br/>That’s when it dawned on her what the situation was. “Nathan, untie her.” She shook her head, thinking him acting perhaps a bit too rashly. “I don’t know what you were doing in the stables, but you needn’t be afraid. We’ve had many runaways come through here. We all have our own stories, and it’s not up to me to judge any of them. Here,” she poured a hot liquid from a kettle that had been heated up on the stove into a small cup. Handing it to her, she smiled, “it’s tea. It should calm you down a bit.” Abia pulled up a lone stool that had been tucked away in the corner of the kitchen and gestured for the girl to sit, while she leaned against the counter, “sip on that for a bit, and I’ll be right back. I just need to serve a few more drinks. By the time I come back that should have helped clear you up a bit.”<br/><br/>She turned her attention to Nathan as she grabbed the bottle of wine and a plate of food she had originally gone back there for, “Nathan, why don’t you talk to her.” She whispered so that only he could hear her, “she’s clearly frightened over something, though she is trying to hide it. I don’t think manhandling is quite the correct strategy for a situation like this.” She lightly patted him on the shoulder with her palm and gave him a wink before heading back into the tavern to serve the rest of the drinks that had been bought for everybody.<br/><br/>———————-<br/><br/>As soon as the last drink was served, Abia poured one more drink, the wine, for the odd, possibly dangerous, definitely annoying, patron by the fire. With glass in one hand a food dish in the other, She briskly walked over towards the fireplace and, not quite so gently, placed the food in front of him. “Is there anything else you’d like?” She asked, not expecting him to have any sort of reasonable answer, but duty calls and she always had to offer.