Freya let out an annoyed sigh and started walking again, following after Harol. "I suppose I'll just have to improvise a little in that case. Such a shame though, this shirt was made of a very fine fabric, it took a fair amount of stealing before I could afford something of this quality..." She answered. She tore a fairly big piece of her sleeve from her shirt, big enough to treat her wound. She carefully wrapped it around the wound and tied it properly, before looking at Harol again.

"So how much more of those assassins and what not do you think we will come across before we reach our destination?" She asked him. She was quite certain that they could survive such a fight a second time as well, though she wasn't very fond of the idea to fight again. Not that was unskilled, she just preferred to do things without much violence. It left much more signs of one's presence than simply avoiding the fight.

Thinking of which, running away was always an available option, even of that meant she would leave Harol at his own fate. She wasn't unfamiliar with betrayal at all, and if it would save her life, she was certain she wouldn't hesitate for very long. It wasn't like she would be unable to survive without Harol as her companion, anyway.

Still, Freya had to admit there was something different about Harol, something that had kept her from running away before the previous fight had started. Maybe it was that he had been actually quite good company, or the idea of getting to a sanctuary sounded just so good to her, but she didn't like it even a bit. Throughout her life she had only been loyal to one person just yet, and that had only led to her mourning. Getting attached or loyal to someone just couldn't be a good thing for her.