Though Ravenna told her that there was no reason to tell her, Freya still felt bad. Feeling she should have told her anyway. She was her elder sister after all. Watching her sister rise from her chair, telling her how she noticed, observed. Seeing her come over within her direction, towering over her, noticing the soft grim tone in her voice, seeing the small smirk on her lips. Hearing her warning, Freya didn't expect it, looking at her sister with confusion. "Betray me? Sister, I do not see how that will happen. But how can love be a weakness, a lie?" She asked curiously, wondering why her sister was telling her all this.