Freya listened to what Harol said and nodded. It was a good thing he told her that, so that she won't at least assume wrong things when one of the warriors would greet them, and accidentally call the wrath of a house of oracles and warriors upon her, and possibly onto Harol as well. No need to make more enemies than she already had, even if she didn't plan to make any friends in the house of Clasz, neither. "In that case, I will treat them the same way as I treat anyone else." Freya simply responded. That would be with the same kind of distrust and refusal to bow, kneel or whatsoever for them. Maybe that wasn't something the warriors and oracles approved, but then again, it was part of who she was. She never let anyone bring her down on her knees, kneeling, begging or even bowing, and she wasn't going to change that.

"As for now though, I do not believe I have any questions to ask or things to say. Goodnight, Harol." She added, stepping into the bed and pulling the warm blanket over herself. Her words weren't meant in a wrong way this time, unlike before. She didn't feel as angered as before. Of course, she still didn't like what he had said, but she was no longer angry over it. And in the end, it wasn't like he was the only one to blame for the argument. Closing her eyes and emptying her head from all thoughts and worries, Freya soon fell into a very light, yet peaceful slumber.