Erin blinked and then chuckled at Nathan's curtain comment.  "Oh, I know you're a gentleman.  That's pretty obvious from your invitation."  She pointedly said nothing about the barn.  Better to pretend that never happened.  She took his hand, noting a bit to herself that it did seem like a soldier's hand, firm, a bit calloused, a good deal more pleasant than the last time he'd grabbed her.  A warm bath would be nice.  A good deal more enjoyable than her usual jump in the river with a handful of sand that she regularly did.<br/><br/>She looked over at the door she'd heard Abia's voice from as they passed, a hint of worry flickering, but she set it aside.  It didn't sound like anyone was getting hurt.  Just like something hadn't gone quite as it was supposed to.