"If you are willing to teach me in the ways of an outlaw, I see nothing stopping us traveling together once the time comes", Harol answered and again briefly squeezed Freya's hands. "As of when that time comes, I was thinking of spending a few weeks here if the situation permits, especially after all this new stuff I've got to think about. Besides, here it is safe, food and drink are plenty, one has a comfy room and baths are something one may enjoy on a regular basis. Speaking of which, I think I'll have one today", Harol was again derailing his train of thought rather efficiently, as was typical of him.

The thought of another kiss still lingered within his mind, but he was still somewhat hesitant to make a move. He knew how to respond to one, but how to initiate was a whole another thing. The first one had however come to him naturally, so would the second one too? He still hesitated for a moment, but decided to just try it. He pulled Freya just a bit closer and brought his lips toward hers, once more softly pressing them against hers, and just barely opening his mouth for a moment to caress Freya's lower lip.

In the meantime, Cyrus and lord Mortimer were having a conversation. "Or so the servant told me, Mortimer sir", Cyrus finished his sentence and awaited a response from the older man. "There should be nothing worrysome about this, Cyrus. Why would you need to bring it to my attention?" "She is an outlaw sir..." "An outlaw without of whom the only confirmed survivor of house Arkdal could very well be dead. Do I need to remind you of the long lasting friendship between our family and theirs? You might see it as you will, but I see it only as a positive thing. It won't hurt Harol to have something HAPPY happen to him for once. Now, when will the dinner be ready?" Mortimer firmly asserted his ground, and Cyrus was left with but a weak: "Just around ten more minutes, sir."