Freya could only once again enjoy the feelings of Harol's lips pressed against hers, brushing against her lower lip a moment. There was nothing about all of these things that were happening that was anything short of amazing. She answered his kiss without even a moment of hesitation, definitely not thinking of refusing one of his kisses. They felt too good to say no. But eventually, the kiss came to an end, and Freya pulled herself away just a little from Harol, although she was smiling. She wasn't sure that even if she would be wanting to, she could stop smiling. And even if she could, why would she want to stop smiling, at a beautiful moment like this?

She wasn't sure what else they should do, things they would have to talk about. After such a happening, some bit of talking seemed like a good thing to do, even though she felt like they had already answered what seemed like the most imortant question, namely if they would stay travelling together, or would simply part ways again, letting this everything be nothing more than a kiss, and move on with their lives, as if nothing ever happened.

Freya had to admit, she felt relieved by the answer they had chosen. She really didn't want to say goodbye and part ways with Harol anymore. Not now that they had shards a kiss and knew they felt the same way about one another. If he had just rejected her without returning the feelings, that sounded like something easier. Still not pleasant, but something she'd get over with easily, she supposed. But seperating ways with him, while knowing he felt the same and just not doing anything with it? For some reason, that sounded much worse.