Her hazel eyes looked at his hand before she slipped her hand into his. “It would be faster this way. I am hoping there is a tub of some sort because a bath sounds like a good idea.” Watching him gather up her now dirty wedding dress and she checked her thigh where her wand was currently secured in her garter belt. Feeling that it was there, she reached over for the bottle of firewhiskey to take with her. A laugh escaped her lips, “No. I suppose I am not.”