Freya nodded to show she had heard what Cyrus said about her room. Apperently it was ready and in the same hallway as Harol's, so it shouldn't take her long to find the room he was talking about. She followed after Harol without hesitation, and reached for his hand. She would have no trouble with holding his hand while anyone could see, but he might think differently about it. Some people just didn't feel comfortable with that, such as the last and until today, the only man she had ever been with. Freya never really understood why he felt so uncomfortable about it, but never felt the need to make a big deal out of it.

Soon enough they found the hallway where Harol's room was and where her room should be located as well. She had no belongings with her, other than her daggers and the clothes she was wearing. She never saw the need to own many things, considering the fact that she was always travelling, so any more things than what she needed would only mean more to carry around and would end up just being extra weight for her to carry. 

It didn't take Freya long to find the room Cyrus had told her about. Opening the door, she found that it looked pretty similar to Harol's room, much more spacious and with a far larger bed than she was used to. This was all definitely different from just spending the night at a tavern. She supposed that now that she had found het room, Harol would take a bath, like he had been wanting to, and Freya figured she might as well just relax a little bit.