Freya's head turned towards Thorfinn. "Public displays of affection." As much as Freya liked affection, she wasn't the sort of person who liked to share it. It was her moment and she didn't want others to be apart of it. She was selfish like that and didn't care who knew. "Also does that mean we were already acting like a couple? Maybe, I guess people don't really touch as much as we do... not normally. I'm not even sure when that started." That would explain a lot of Harry's teasing.

Her head tilted to the side as she stepped forward, she was slower, careful. Moving over the rocks and stepping over the roots as to not trip and hurt herself further. "I like play fighting, pillow fights, wrestling. That's usually what I mean when I say I'll fight you. I honestly can't imagine that you'd do anything to make me really want to hurt you."

Freya smiled when he took her hand. It helped her walk a little bit more steadily though she wasn't going to say that outloud. Knowing Thorfinn, he probably noticed. "I'd be down for that. Can I sneak through the window at the Inn? I really don't want anyone I know to see me. Just for a few days while I figure. This-" She waved her free hand across her torso. "-out."

A few days to herself, Thorfinn was invited of course but she really wanted some time to adjust.