[i]”In that case, we may need to seek help. We just have to make sure that anyone we bring this to is someone we can trust. Or trust not to be allies with the Skinners, at least.”[/i] Vreta replied. They would need to see what medical records they could dig up before they could do much more, so for now, Vreta could only keep on his guard. Rhia turned more of her focus to observing Freyr’s colleagues for suspicious behavior. She doubted that a traitor would give themselves away overtly, especially so soon after an attack, but even small details could help build a pattern. Their observed emotional state in different situations, non-genuine actions or reactions, minor statements or lies, they could all be useful later on and would be worth saving now. 

Rhia also captured Freyr’s physical responses to the situation, though for different reasons. She ran her observations of Freyr through a social assistance program to translate her body language into something Vreta could understand. Fear, anxiety, sadness, Vreta could easily understand why she felt all of it. He had specialized training to help him deal with high-stress situations, and even he was having trouble processing some of this. Freyr was just a civilian, and she was being expected to, in-part, lead them through all of it. 

Soon enough, Freyr would feel a massive Rothian hand resting gently upon her shoulder. Vreta’s expression looking down at her was soft with enough of a measure of compassion to equal her fear. “You’re doing well, Freyr.” He whispered, though now speaking aloud. “I don’t think even I would be holding it together as well as you are, in your shoes. It’s alright to worry, or to grieve. You don't have to be afraid to let it out.”