The woman was beautiful, but her face looked worn, as if she had been under stress and had gone without sleep for far too long.  Judging from the way her horse was panting outside and by the woman's features, Nathan suspected she was fleeing something or someone.  One of the few reasons to be ridding in such weather.<br/><br/>"Of course, my lady," Nathan replied, sliding the plate over, along with the cutlery.  "Before I go tend to our horses, is there something you want to drink?  The coffee is fresh, but you look like you might need something stronger.  Brandy, perhaps?"