"That explains the holes and I think I'm more resilient than I look. Even as I am now." She really didn't want to be handled with kid gloves. Pain was something she could take, it was how she'd managed to get all of her tattoo's. She was thankful that they hadn't gotten messed up.

It was like the world was lined with silver and everything she touched could hurt her if she let it. she didn't want to suddenly be afraid of the world.

Freya laughed as he pushed her back and hoovered over her. Her hair fanned in a halo around her head and as she looked up at him, she couldn't help but keep smiling. "Yes, much better." Her fingers stayed at his side, holding him in a light hug. "That sounds dangerous. I'll make sure to do that when you aren't near anything that's on fire and maybe when the boss has his back turned. I don't think I've met him anyway, he can't be mad at me if he doesn't know me." Because that made perfect sense somehow.