Freya closed the door of the room behind her before walking over to the bed and sitting down. She took off her hooded cloak and tossed it into one of the room's corners, along with her veil, which she had already taken off some time ago, when she had made her decision to kiss Harol. Afterwards, she hadn't put it back on anymore, thinking that the veil would only have been a bother during dinner. Er gloves followed soon after her hood and veil, although they were placed more carefully, onto a nightstand rather than into the corner where her cloak and veil were located. Afterwards, she started unbraiding her hair, which despite knowing that it would get hidden underneath her veil, she had braided last morning. It didn't take the woman long until her hair was hanging loose, and reached for the hairbrush she had noticed earlier when looking at the room. Starting to brush her hair, the rogue had to admit that she wouldn't mind spending a few weeks at this place. Even though that meant learning etiquette, she was good with it. After all, her teacher was quite an enjoyable person to be around.

Putting the brush away again, Freya realised that her hair still felt rather greasy, and that she would have to wash it soon, now that she had the chance to. All the while, Freya couldn't help but be smiling the whole time, and it wasn't because of all this luxury. No, all these things were great, but her reason to smile was something even better. Or someone even better, specifically seen. For some reason she couldn't explain, Harol made her happy. That made no sense, she knew the man less than three days by then, and never before had showed any interest in men from noble comeoff. Regardless, the woman shrugged off the thoughts. For all she knew, he just made her happy, and she wouldn't want it any other way.

Lying down on the bed, Freya yawned. She hadn't noticed it before, but she felt tired, unlike usually spoken, although that was mainly because she never had a chance to give in to it. Now, she had the time to let her guard down and be tired. After all, they had quite a busy morning, with almost being killed again and whatnot. Supposing that it couldn't hurt, she closed her eyes for just a moment. She would be practicing etiquettes with Harol sooner or later, or so she figured, and she was certain that she wouldn't fall asleep. Soon enough, however, it turned out that the rogue had been mistaken about that fact.