She looked peaceful with her eyes closed. Her face was relaxed while the the wind teased and played with thin strands of silver blond hair. He was right, it felt nice. It wasn't the same but it was a good different in a world of bad changes. Freya exhaled a slow breath and turned to look at Thorfinn after he spoke.

Her light gray eyes betrayed her true feelings. She was scared, upset, angry, confused, happy, hopeful and relieved. "Thank, Thorfinn." Freya felt a small smile tug at her lips as her hand moved to slip into his. "It sounds like you've met a lot of great woman. Told you I'd be more jealous." It was an attempt to think about something else for a moment, some good that could come from this.

"Would you kiss me again? Like this, I want to feel it." She wondered if that was alright. If he would be okay with that.