"In that case, I suppose there is somewhere in this place where you can get yourself something to drink." Freya answered somewhat absent minded. She heard and understood what he said, but her mind was too occupied with other things to actually care. The same things that had kept her thinking several times already during the day, thoughts she pushed away over and over again, only for them to pop back up into her mind again sooner or later. She didn't even see why it all mattered that much to her. It shouldn't matter to her at all, she shouldn't care about things like that at all but instead she should be thinking about what to do next. Which way to go to when she left. She should be thinking of simple, typical things every rogue thought of. Still, such things seemed to be the last thoughts that were on her mind. She sighed softly and grabbed her veil, putting it back on before pulling her hood over head again as well.

"If you need me for any reason, you can find me outside, on the rooftop." She informed Harol before she left the room, not caring if it sounded odd. She had no idea where the stairs were located and where the nearest window was, but she didn't care. She just had to be alone, away from everyone for a moment and to be able to just think about things. Get things straight, clear up her mind. She eventually found the stairs, and kept walking them until they stopped and she had reached the highest floor. She opened the first window she could find and made her way outside when nobody was looking, to avoid causing the suspicion that she was a thief. Which in fact she was, but she didn't steal anything from the house. For this one time, she was completely innocent.

Freya climbed her way up onto the roof after she had closed the window again. Her wounded arm was making it quite a painful and unpleasant little climb, even though she did her best to ignore the pain. She sat down on the roof, letting out a soft sigh as she stared at the sky. In not even two days time, she had made a deal to protect a total stranger, going as far as murdering people to protect him. She trusted him enough to sleep in the same room together and to take off her hood and veil in front of him. She cared about him, and not just because it was part of the deal. She was acting loyal towards him, had even felt sad when it seemed like they wouldn't see each other anymore. And what exactly was he to her? Not much more than a stranger, she supposed. She had no idea why it all was like that or what she should do with it. Maybe it was just that she didn't have to hide herself from him. Maybe it was because they made a deal that she trusted him. Maybe it was because she considered him to be a friend. Maybe urges because he was special to her, and hoped that he liked her, despite how she usually never cared about people and how they thought of her. She had no clue, she was completely puzzled by what was going on. "Or maybe I am just losing my mind." The rogue said, thinking out loud.