Vreta gave a mildly curious look at the delivery for Freyr. He was not sure who had sent it, but such gifts were a custom he could understand perfectly well. Granted, a Rothian gift basket would not be quite so heavy on the fruit, but he understood the sentiment all the same. No doubt, there had been more than a few people who had been worried for Freyr’s recovery. 

Freyr’s sudden panic came with an elevated heart rate, along with a myriad of other stress-related symptoms. The sensor nodes on her body recorded and reported on every aspect of her vitals, from heartbeats, to the endocrine response, and even the electrical signals in her brain. Vreta, though, did not need that data to be able to see that at least that [i]something[/i] was wrong. 

Vreta stopped alongside Freyr as she did, noting her breathing. He could not see what she was seeing around her in the moment. “Are you alright, Freyr?” He asked, placing his hands on her shoulders with a firm enough grip that he could be sure he had a hold of her. With the way she was acting at the moment, he was not sure if he was going to need to catch her from collapsing. He gave a quick look around and tried to guide her towards a clear space with soft grass nearby, just off the path. “Let’s sit down for a minute. Catch your breath.”