Freya shrugged. "It is hurting quite badly, especially after carrying that bed, but I have endured worse. It will take a while to heal, but my arm is still functioning, so I suppose I do not have anything to complain about." She said in reply to Harol's words, sitting down at the other bed. Lifting it might haven't been a very smart thing to do, but she supposed that if she'd just let her arm rest for a while, everything would be fine soon enough. And seeing as they would reach the house of Clasz the next day, or the day after that, she figured that once they had gotten there, she should be able to give her arm the rest it needed.

Freya took off her veil, hooded coat and brown leather gloves, and without worrying where they would land, tossed them carelessly into one of the corners of the room. It would be no use to keep them on, as they were alone in the room anyway. Although in one way Freya felt relieved that she didn't have to hide herself for a while, she also felt a little uncomfortable without it. Not because of her straight, long black hair or her now much better visible, light brown eyes. No, the reason she felt uncomfortable was because of the scar in her neck, caused by a cut that had been only one inch away from hitting something vital and being her death, was now visible too. It had been several years ago since anyone had seen her without her hood and veil, even if in a rare case she would be accompanying another rogue, and the last time she had taken off her veil while with someone, that someone had been her supposed husband on the night that he had been killed. She already had the scar in her neck back then, but apart from him nobody had ever seen it. Now, Harol was the second person to see that scar and she wasn't exactly glad that it was visible, but she supposed that it would seem quite strange to keep her veil on while they were alone.

"No need to keep those on while we are alone. After all, we know from each other that we are wanted and have no reason to turn the other in, so I might as well show my face for once. If you wish to, feel free to pull down your hood or anything." Once she was done talking Freya rubbed her neck and the scar on it for a brief moment, feeling embarrassed now that the scar would showing. What would he be thinking of it? She was a rogue, but somehow someone had managed to almost kill her, and her scar was showing that. It had to sound very incompetent.