As Harol had set down his book, Freya had taken the chance to lighten her equipment with her daggers and a pair of boots. This made Harol notice he still had his boots on, so he rose up to a sitting position and removed them from his feet. From this position he could see almost the full length of Freya, and she was beutiful. That was all that passed his mind. Beautiful.

But then this was interrupted by Freya asking whether Harol had ever been love. An interesting question, one that he would need to think about. She added that he didn't need to answer, but Harol was rather sure he would nevertheless. He playfully settled on top of Freya and answered: "Have I been in love before? I don't think I have. Not in love like this anyway." He followed this answer by tapping his nose against Freya's. He wondered if he should ask her the same, but he didn't quite know if he needed to know. However, she had mentioned she had ever only trusted three people, so it could prove somewhat interesting.

In the end he let it be. She might tell it now, or they could discuss it later. It didn't feel important as of now. At least not as important as what he chose to do instead, which would be sharing a longer kiss with her. The kiss was not quite as gentle as the ones before, but that is not to say that it would have been harsh, given this was mostly because of gravity simply pressing him downwards. The feeling it produced to Harol was also relatively more intense, and he wondered what Freya would think of it.