Freya nodded, but didn't say anything when Harol left the room, although being rather surprised that he called her a friend. She didn't known him for even two days so far, yet he apparently already considered her a friend. Now, in any other situation, she would've considered such a thing foolish, to call someone one barely knew a friend. After all, people rarely bothered to wonder if they hurt another when they stabbed each other in the back, figuratively spoken. But this felt different... maybe it was because nobody had ever called Freya their friend before, or because she actually liked the warlock, but she didn't mind him calling her a friend. Actually, the fact that he trusted her enough to considered her a friend managed to flatter her, almost made her feel happy about it. Letting out a sigh, Freya again wondered what was wrong with her, though believing that the aid of the healers wouldn't quite be able to fix whatever was wrong with her.

Freya's thoughts were interrupted when she felt someone touching her arms, quickly pulling it back and reaching for a dagger, until she realised what was currently going on. The healers were there to help her. "My apologies. I haven't been used to physical contact for a long while." Freya apologised, looking at them. The woman nodded as to show she understood, before continuing to undo the bandage from the rogue's arms, revealing the long, deep wound she had gained last day, during the happening on the bridge. 

"That's quite a nasty looking wound you got." The healer said, at which Freya simply shrugged. "Things like that just happen when you're a rogue. Besides, it's not like I haven't been through worse." She answered, looking at the healer.