Harol nodded once Freya had answered to the question. It was a flesh wound, but it didn't stop it from looking pretty nasty. Then she took off her veil. Harol found himself slightly surprised by it as she had had it on since the moment they had met, but after all why would she be keeping it on now that they were about to go to sleep? As his concentration returned more to what he was physically doing, Harol noticed his eyes were scanning the area of Freya's face he had not seen before. She had quite the charming hair and pretty eyes, but what really drew Harol's attention to itself was the scar. It was... rather large and judging by its location it must've been painfully close to hitting something important. However, Harol was afraid mentioning it would offend Freya, so he let it be.

However, his mind did not. As she had said when asked about the arm, she had indeed gone through worse. How could she have gotten that and how had she survived after it... well, these were questions to be asked much later if ever. After all, it is not very polite to go pointing out such things the first opportunity. This thinking was interrupted by Freya speaking again, mentioning how she really did not need to keep the clothing she had thrown into a corner on her person right now, and suggested Harol to lower his hood as well. "I still had it on?" Harol asked with a surprised voice and reached on his head with his right hand, finding the hood where he had left it. "Well would you look at that. I've got an excellent memory, do I not?" As he lowered said piece of cloth back to its place, he continued speaking: "But you are right, there is no need to hide our faces in here. We should be able to reach house Clasz tomorrow if nothing unexpected takes place. There at least I can lower my hood for a longer moment." And after having said that, Harol realized that he had accidentally managed to mention the scar anyway. Well, not straight up but close enough. Best try to avoid that matter for now.

Harol dragged his grimoire towards him, and placed it on his lap. For now, his robe would cushion his legs against the weight of the book, but he would have to take it off before actually going to sleep. They were comfy to wear, but they could fold pretty unpleasantly if one tried to sleep in them. Harol swallowed and opened the grimoire again on the page he had managed to mark before rising up to close the door. Now briefly glancing up from the pages before diving into his studies, he laughed shortly and rather silently and then said: "Isn't it funny how we are running for our lives here and I still bother with my studies? Oh, and if you notice there is something we should talk about, feel free to interrupt me. I'm just checking I still remember everything correctly." Now his eyes moved back down to the book, but he couldn't help his thoughts still flying around rather carelessly. "She is pretty good looking, I'll have to admit..." were the words that preceded the actual start of his studying within his mind. Scratching the tattooed side of his face, Harol started reviewing his understanding of Eredar's New Moon.