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Freya watched him take the tissues and attempt to clean himself up. “I see that,” She vaguely replied at his label of ‘a bit of a rough morning’, looking him up and down at the sight that rendered the statement a slight downplay. With that, Freya’s eyes drifted to the people around them that were all headed in the same direction. One thing, she noted, was the girl from last night yet to resurface. She assumed it would be a rough morning for her when she awoke, but she also hoped she would be out of her way by the time Freya returned to her room, as another conversation about the night prior was the last thing she needed.
Expecting an empty space where the tall man had been, Freya was surprised to still see him standing. Even introducing himself, meaning her original plans to walk away had to be postponed. “Freya,” She returned, after a moment of hesitation. There was a moment of silence after her brief response, and she raised her eyebrows in confusion. He lacked the urgency one would usually have when they were bleeding as he was. “Did you need something else?” Freya wondered out loud, not realising that offering tissues would come with the need to converse too.
She unconvincingly nodded her head at Renlin’s further attempt to downplay his injuries. “How brave of you,” She commented, her eyebrows raised with an unmissable tone of indifference in her voice, not giving much thought to what ‘worse’ might have meant for him. His attention was drawn to Freya’s bag, which reverted her gaze down to the same thing. “I think your standards for angels are pretty low,” She responded, before returning to the topic of her bag. “What exactly are you expecting to find in here?”
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@Madilfill sorry Renlin