Freya kept herself from sighing when Harol pulled away from the kiss. Such a shame they had to stop, really, even if she could understand. She didn't have anything in her room other than what she always carried with or wore all the time, which were no things worth worrying about or what she had to care much for. Regardless, the same thing didn't count for Harol. He had brought enough things with him, such as his staff, lantern, scrolls and whatnot. He owned things that were actually worth something and couldn't be just left alone like that. Unlike her daggers. Of course, she was very fond of her daggers, she loved them and took good care of them, cleaning and sharpening them every so often. Still, they couldn't be compared to what he had brought along.

She thought about just following Harol into his room and sleeping there instead. It sounded like a marvelous, wonderful idea to her, but she had no idea if Harol would agree. They had shared a room last night, but had still slept in seperate beds, so that was different. And he didn't invite her, so who said that he was already willing to share one bed together? Granted, it would all be going pretty fast if they did so already, and she couldn't blame him if he wanted to take things slowly.

"Alright then, would you mind me visiting your room tomorrow morning?" She asked, placing a soft, short kiss on his cheek. If he said yes, she would definitely keep her promise. She had no idea how early or late she would be waking up, but keeping in mind that she was a light sleeper, she figured that in a house filled with people, she would probably wake up soon enough, so there was no need to worry about that.