Freya rolled her eyes at him. The fact that they were both naturally contrary made it hard to drop topics permanently but a good eye roll and Freya was moving on. She was trying not to think too deeply about what was gone. She missed it but Thorfinn reminded her that she was still herself. She continued to like the same things, the forest, teasing, dancing, none of those have really changed. "I will. I don’t want to hurt myself but it’s just a small scratch." Freya figured it’d been fine, scabbed up in an hour or so and then fully healed in a few days. She didn’t like the idea of waiting a few days but she knew the natural progression of wounds.

She’d probably wash it out later tonight; maybe take a shower or something. The water would probably feel weird too though. She frowned and then pushed the thought away. She wasn’t’ going to think about it; she’d focus on what they were doing here and now.

"You know I’m still fast; just not supernatural. I bet I can still win." Freya stuck out her tongue at him as if that alone proved her point. She never saw Thorfinn as the sort of person to throw a match. She’d done it merely because she’d bet against herself and at the time, she’d really wanted a drink. Sylvi could no doubt out run them both.

A small exhale of breath exited her lips as she ran after Thorfinn and towards the woods. She already felt the new strain on her joints, the pressure against her arms and legs and the sharp inhale of her breath. It was completely different from what she was used too. "Sam asked if I’d come back. It’s not uncomfortable. I just don’t think anyone really wants me there." Talking and running was difficult so with that said she stopped talking and tried to pull ahead of Thorfinn. She didn’t care where she was going, for the first time since she was young she was watching her feet, making sure she didn’t trip on anything as she made her way forward.