"O-Oh, well, um..."

Anwyn gestures meekly to her bed. A hurricane had hit the town you both lived in, and you had woken up in the middle of the night to water dripping onto your face. The ceiling was leaking rainwater; Every room except Anwyn's was left untouched by the weather, and she had nervously offered to let you stay in her room without realizing the implications until you two were standing in front of her full-sized bed.

Anwyn fiddles with the sleeve of her nightgown, looking anywhere but at your face. "You can have the bed... It's your farm after all... You do most of the work here." She simply helped you out. She could sleep on the floor; She had extra blankets in her closet. She just couldn't bring herself to tell you that the idea of sharing a bed with you made her the most nervous than she's ever been.