Millitana nods her weary thanks to the bar maid as she is handed the mug of wine.  Lifting it to her lips with both hands, to keep it steady she take a sip of it.  "Mmm, this is good," she says, lowering it back down as the woman starts to dry her hair.  "That feels so nice," she murmurs.  Giving a quick look back at the offer of the stable hand, "I...  I uhm..  maybe later, when I warm up?" she gets out, blushing a bit at the thought.<br/><br/>Milli turns to her companion.  "I suppose so," she says.  "Maybe they heard we were coming and ran away?  To save themselves?" she says with a soft smile, not quite taking that seriously.