Freya felt a bit of reassurance upon hearing the words of lord Mortimer. So she was welcome. Of course she wasn't convinced that fact kept her entirely safe, but it was something. And apparently the vision he had seen wasn't one in which she was portrayed badly. Saving Harol's life was definitely one of the few good things she had ever done, and she still didn't understand why she had actually done so. It would've been much easier for her to just run off and leave Harol behind, after all, and that wasn't exactly something she had never done before. But still, something had kept her from doing so, which she found quite strange, and a bit worrying, too. It wasn't a good thing of she was going to be loyal and caring rather than selfishly considering what was best for her. Being loyal as a rogue wasn't good at all, she could be betrayed much easier that way.

Listening to what Harol said, Freya nodded. "I suppose you are right, it seems that we are safe. And maybe I should try to let my guard down a little, but that is not as easy. After all, if you have been and are a rogue for some time you become quite... Psychotic when it comes to trust and safety." Yes, psychotic seemed to be the best word to describe it. After all, her distrust and whatnot couldn't exactly be called normal.