Nathan gave Abia a mock look of offense.  "Brandy always warms me up.  Especially when added to coffee."<br/><br/>Shrugging his shoulders, he stood in the doorway a moment, mustering up the desire to go out into the downpour.  Finally running out, he untied the woman's horse and started to lead him around the back of the tavern to the stable.  Expecting the stallion to be a bit spirited around a stranger, he found instead that the steed was too tired to argue with him.  If the woman was being chased, it was a good idea to move the horse off the street and out of sight so that any pursuer entering town wouldn't follow the horse to the tavern.<br/><br/>In the stable, Nathan put the stallion in a stall next to Midnights'.  Finally taking some time to look at the horse with rain no longer in his eyes, the steed seemed unnaturally large for his rider.  Black, just like Midnight, but standing several hands taller.  Pulling the saddle off the horse, he draped it over the divider between the stalls.  He threw a bale of hay in the stall for the massive beast to feed on.  Then finding a couple of towels, he gave the horse a rub-down.  He chuckled as Midnight gave a low grumble, as if she thought he was cheating on her.  "I'll get to you shortly, girl," he replied as he raised the horse's right hoof to pick stones and mud out of it.  Doing the same to the other hooves, he finished off by brushing the horse down.<br/><br/>Turning to Midnight, Nathan cleaned out her stall and threw in some hay for her to munch on.  Then he stroked her head and whispered sweet nothings in her ear so she wouldn't feel so neglected.  Though generally easy-going, she could sometimes be as jealous as any human female.  Gathering up the desire to get soaked again, he then charged out the door of the stables and in the back door of the tavern, which led to the kitchen.  "The things I do for women," he muttered as he glanced at Abia.  "Got a towel?"