Peter took his cue and caught her free hand in his. "Not tonight," he said, tilting his head to catch her eyes. "Come on. I'll let you take a nice hot bath, I'll wash your hair, and tuck you into my bed so that Toby won't be peeking in on you every few hours."
If it was just nerves, maybe a night of fussing and pampering would be all she needed. She could relax, and feel back to herself tomorrow. "How does that sound to you?"