Freya sighed, keeping her mouth shut for a while. Of course Harol wasn't an oracle and he hardly knew anything about her. They hardly knew each other for a day and he couldn't have known why she was so sensitive about her scar and hiding her face, but if he wasn't sure if what he said would offend her, why didn't he just keep his mouth shut? That certainly wasn't that hard, was it? Maybe she shouldn't blame him for something he didn't even mean to do, but it still took her a while to calm and admit that maybe she was at fault.

"When I chose to become a rogue, hiding my face sounded great. Nobody would know who I was, nobody could recognise my face, remember that I was the daughter of a goddamn wrench and judge me because of it. And it was just as great as I thought it was, but only for a while. Eventually hiding my face wasn't an option any longer, but something I was forced to do in order to stay out if the hands if guards. I came to realise that people indeed did not judge me for my past, who my mother was, but that they did not really care, neither, because the moment I would reveal myself to them, they would call the guards so that they got the reward. Nobody cared who I was, only what I did and what kind of reward they would get for betraying me, and I learned not to trust anyone. Wearing my hood and veil once has been something I preferred, but since long, it us something I hate." Freya wasn't even sure why she was telling that to Harol. She never talked about her past with anyone, let alone some mage she hardly knew. It wasn't like she owed him an explanation for her frustration or anything. She didn't know why she told him anything about herself in the first place, but stopped talking before she would tell him more, getting to the part where one person had seen her face and hadn't called the guards or judged her, and that said person was her supposed husband. That was far too personal to share with someone she barely knew.

"So, there you go. That is why I hate wearing those things so much and why I do not like someone mentioning that I have to wear my hood and veil all the time." She added, but after that she remained silent. She had nothing left to say, shout or blame him for. If he wanted to ignore her or shout at her, that was fine to her. She deserved it, and certainly she could handle it.