Place trust in your words.

No, it would be improper to bring sexual relief to this man, even if it was just with your hands. Even if it wasn't against the tenants of Lucretia (and you know that some members of the faith would have encouraged you to help out this way), something just felt... wrong about this. You were only 19, and Barliman must be in his late fifties. The age difference made you a little queasy about touching the man old enough to be your father... Your father who had abandoned your mother before you were born...

Shaking such unpleasant thoughts from your mind, you resolved to help this man as best you could with words, rather than your hands. Ignoring the lessons that the matron had told you, that actions speak louder than words, you leant on the bar and once again clasped his hands in your own. "Your wife sounds like a lovely woman. You must miss her terribly." The innkeeper merely nodded in response. "But you do her memory nor yourself any favours by lingering on, like dew on a misty morning. She would want you to move forward with your life. And moving forward in my faith means taking a new wife." You speak softly, never breaking eye contact, your bright green eyes shining in the dim light. He shakily nodded, and squeezed your hand in his own hairy paw. "The healing process will be long, but I am confident you recover. You must move on. Look back on her memory fondly in the past, but do not let her shadow ruin your future." His eyes widen a little, and he nodded quickly. It seemed your words had really gotten through to him.
"I-I'll try Miss. I really will. Y-You've really helped..." The moustached man said between sobs. Offering a small smile, you nodded.
"I'm glad to help. It is my holy duty." You said, allowing yourself a small smile. Stretching and yawning, one thought filled your mind. Bed.

Bidding the innkeeper goodnight, you walk up the stairs and find your room. After a few minutes getting all of your armour off and setting it neatly against the wall, you sink into the soft bed. Your sleepy thoughts briefly linger on barman. You feel like you made the right decision here. Perhaps, if you come by Barrowden in a year or two, you might see him with a new wife. And you didn't have to jerk off an old sweaty man which is always a plus.

The sweet embrace of sleep soon takes you.