"I hope you found your clarity, for I've had a ton of things happen to me today that just had none of that. This seems clear enough for now, for once. We both seem to have a certain kind of liking to each other. Rather surprising given how short our 'relationship' has been, but at least it seems to be both-sided." She is kinda pretty when she blushes like that, Harol thought during his pause. Was his attraction to her entirely physical? He knew very little of her, and she was extremely distrusting. Was he grateful for her showing this kind of affection towards him, given how rare that must be from something like her? Yet he owed his life to her too, no doubt, and to some degree she owed hers to him. Had either of them done any worse back at the bridge, neither would probably be standing now.

Well, even if his feelings had him confused once more about something, by now it was hardly anything new, and simply joined the boiling pot of "What now?", and pressed Harol's mind more towards resorting to sleep. He would love to eat before that though. And yet another question popped up, this time one easier to answer: If Freya was ready to kiss him, could he actually touch her with something other than his lips? Of course, not anything extreme, but something simple like holding her hand. He wanted to try, and walked closer from the little table, reaching slowly for her hand with his left, unsure.

However that would end up, he still wanted to talk. He wanted to understand. And, above all, he wanted to know how she had actually gotten attracted to him after all the arguing they had had just last night. Perhaps she was not sure either? Harol certainly was a bunch of unsureness himself, given this romantic turn things had taken. As odd as it sounds for a noble, he only had very faint clues on how this whole romancing thing worked...