Erin had enjoyed the bath more than she'd expected. The lukewarm water had been so much better than the usual.  She was still drying herself off when she heard the key in the lock.  Unsure whether anyone else was in the hall, she'd stepped to the side so she wasn't directly in line with the door as it opened and someone else happened to be in the hallway.  Something triggered when he walked in carrying a sword, and for a brief moment her stomach knotted up.  It'd been a while since she'd reacted that way.  He was hardly the first man she'd seen with a sword, but it was something about him opening the door holding it.  It was irrational, she knew, but in an attempt to block the image, she turned her back to him, keeping her voice as natural as possible.  "I wasn't sure if there was another towel, so I tried to keep it as dry as possible.  Sorry if it's the only one."  She finished drying and folded it, laying it next to the tub.  She shivered a bit as the cool air hit her still slightly damp body.  She thought of walking over to the get a blanket, but that meant looking at him again as she passed.  Not until he put down the sword.<br/><br/>"You weren't gone long.  I take it it wasn't anything too serious?"  She asked, turning to face him slightly but still looking the other way.  Maybe he'd just think she was shy or embarrassed, which wasn't untrue.  Maybe if she did this kind of thing regularly, she'd get used to it, but she didn't, and wasn't.