Stopping in place for a moment, Fin couldn't help but worry about the comment that Beatry had made, almost as if she had read his mind, Could she read his mind? Oh dear, if she could, He would have to watch his thoughts...but how can one watch their thoughts? and the more you try not to think of certain things the more often they come to mind, like if Fin looked down for a second, or thought something was cute or attractive, his cover would be blown! sweat started to run down his face as it slowly turned red, but he continued to follow all the way till the inn. It was a good things that Beatry suggested that they get some rest, hopefully, Fin's mind would be put to ease with a good rest. "See you in the morning, if you need me, I am not far away." the tone of his voice suggesting that he was nervous, he bowed to the mage, still red faced, then with great haste, went to his room. "This could become the most awkward job I have ever taken." He started to regain his composure, as he tried to fixate his mind on that on his mental chain, job, work, honour, knightly pride. He let out a sigh then closed his eyes, his sword within easy reach.