Freya listened to what Harol said about Cyrus and shrugged. "Through my life, I've only trusted three people so far and Cyrus is not one of them. To me, he is just like everyone else I meet, but I suppose that we will see what he really is like soon enough." She said soft, looking at the warlock. The three people she had ever trusted were her mother, her supposed husband when he had been alive, and now Harol. Granted, she had hated her mother, but did know that the woman would never harm her physically. Freya had still been her daughter, after all. As for her supposed husband, it seemed quite obvious, and considering.the fact that during their journey Harol had trusted Freya his life, it made sense she did trust him as well, and even if she had no more reason to trust him, she still did.

When he mentioned that they wouldn't see each other as much anymore now that their deal was done, Freya caught herself being sad about it. It was audible in her voice, even! What was wrong with her? "Yes, I suppose you are right. It has been a pleasure to get to know you, Harol." She said. Why was she being sad about not seeing him anymore? She was never sad about anyone, never really got close enough to people to feel sad for them. The last time she had been sad because of someone was years ago, but that was an entirely different thing... Was it? Of course it was, back then she had been really grieving, crying even over the loss of the person she loved, and now, that wasn't the case. But then again, nobody was dying right now.

Unconsciously, the rogue started comparing the two men to each other. They seemed nothing like each other. Matthew had been a merc, Harol was a warlock. One used weapons, the other relied on magic. One had been ordered to kill her when they first met, the other had requested her protection. One was dead, the other very much alive. And... that was about it. Both of them were good at what they did, rather serious and very handsome. 

Soon enough, Freya stopped her trail of thoughts, shocked by herself, and was glad for her veil, as it covered the blush that was on her cheeks. Comparing her supposed husband to Harol? What on earth did she think she was doing?! This was ridiculous! There was not a single reason why she should be comparing the two of them to each other! She let out a frustrated sigh and pushed the thoughts aside.