Freya was woken up from her sleep by a familiar voice, causing her to sit up and look at Harol standing in the door opening. She hadn't even realised the fact that she had fallen asleep before he found her. "Thank you for waking me, I didn't mean to fall asleep." She said after she yawned, still looking sleepy. Sighing, she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and put a few locks of her hair out of her face. Feeling rather convinced that she didn't look all that charming, Freya kept in mind that she should try not to fall asleep again until she was certain that everything planned for the day was done.

"You can come in, if you want." Freya then suggested to Harol, who was still standing in the door opening. She wouldn't mind having his company for a little longer, even though she had no clue how late it was at the moment. At least they already had dinner, so that meant that it was either evening or possibly night already. Still, it didn't make much difference to Freya. Even though it would be night already, she wouldn't mind to have Harol around her.

Of course, there was always the chance that Harol himself was tired and would rather just try to get some sleep, which she would be able to understand. A lot had happened during the day, so he would need his sleep, it would do him good. Freya apperently had needed her sleep as well, but after her nap, she didn't really want to sleep, or not at the moment. Why would she be wanting to sleep if she could spend some more time with Harol?