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She'd actually walked. Not flown, not hovered, not hung off a tree staring into windows like a creeper. She'd just walked. She eventually found the foxfire that had gotten lost, but it wanted nothing to do with her. It just ran around in circles nearby, keeping track of her but never getting close.

It was late in the evening when she finally returned, and she left the door of her room open for the foxfire that was creeping in the shadows. She took a step into the door, and then took a step back.

This wasn't where she belonged.

She turned and walked straight to Kettil's room, knocking on the door. She almost tried opening the door without knocking, but she'd stopped herself - she wasn't just going to barge in on him.

Freya came in, without the sarcastic quip that almost bubbled forth from her lips concerning him being decent. She just walked in, sat down on the couch, bent in and kissed the tip of his head, and then flopped herself down. It was obvious by her quiet, that something was amiss.

She had trouble thinking. And when Freya was quiet, it was almost disturbing. But she just lay there behind him, staring up at the ceiling, with her eyebrows furrowed in dismay.

"Herryk came teh sees me today." She was just waiting for him to ask, as she knew he would. And she did not mince words, or try to hide. She just opened herself up, and let the events of the day flow. It was as if she was talking to her best friend about a bad day - and that was exactly what she was doing. He just happened to also be dating her now. But his status as her best friend never changed.

"I already told yeh he was brokens, when I last sees him and we broke up." She muttered. "But I thinks it's more than that. I am so worried abouts him. He gave me back his foxfires, which I thinks, okays, he's tryings teh cut his ties with me. Yes, it hurts, but it makes sense when yeh breaks up with someone. Ja? But ach, no, is not that at all. He gave up ALL his foxfires." Her hands flew up in the air in frustration, before dropping again. "And he kissed me." Now, her eyes flickered down to her boilfriend, waiting for his reaction. "I'm sorry about that. I knows yeh'd rather I not be goings around kissings my ex-boilfriend.." How could she tell him this so light-heartedly? Did she really trust him not to hate her for this? The brush against his dreads spoke volumes about that trust.

"But it was like he was crazed. As soon as he realized what he was doing, he pulls away, he runs like crazy. Hooter, I'm really worried."

She bent her head down, only now noticing what he was doing. If she wasn't going through a major crisis, she'd ask him about it.

There was a tiny little part of her that stored away how Kettil had reacted to the situation. The rest of her just fell silent in awe of it. She touched her cheek, with her fingertips, and stared at him with the oddest expression on her face. It was a mixture of confusion, and unabashed adoration. It was hard to focus on anything else.

She turned to lie on her side, and rested her head on his shoulder. Her arms wrapped around loosely, and she just clung to him, without hindering whatever he was working on. She just needed to hug him, that was all. She needed to hug him and remind herself that everything was going to be okay.

But everything was not going to be okay. Not for everyone.

"He's more than unwell. I texted all his friends teh sees if anyone knows anything. I just can't get over this."

Her eyes dropped down, and then closed.

"What if this is all my fault?"

"What marks?" Her eyes flickered open and she leaned in, only to realize her left wrist had swells of new bruises dotted all along it, and both were red with misuse. She hadn't even felt it. She remembered the moment he made those bruises, though. She remembered it perfectly.

"Yes." Lying was not an option. "He didn't means to. See, this is just what I am sayings, why would he does this if he wasn't goings through somethings so terrible? I don't knows what teh does anymore. Should I talks teh someone? Like, a teacher? Or should I just leaves him alone and hopes that not being around him will helps him?"

That stung her heart. Perhaps what Herryk needed was some time to forget her. If all of this really was her fault..

She rubbed her left wrist with her right hand, and sighed. "I can hardly takes care of myself. How can I helps him?"

Freya's hands slid up just enough to grip his shoulders, and she held him there firmly. "No, he won't talks to yeh. I just thought I could helps him. I really wants teh helps him. Like Hel and yeh helped me."

Speaking of which..

Her stomach growled angrily behind Kettil's head, and Freya let go of his shoulders quickly to grab a pillow and shove it against her. You heard nothing, Kettil. You heard nothing.

"Whatchyeh makings?" This was as good a time as ever to ask him about what his hands had been busy with this entire time.

"I didn't know yeh wears bracelets." She teased, reaching down and sticking her hand in the box of beads. They felt funny bobbing along her fingers. She shook her hand around them, and let them roll around. "Can I makes one? Do yeh has enough for me too?"

Uuuugh, he'd heard the stomach. She made a face, and it wasn't a happy one. "Is that a trick questions?" The trick was not to answer.

Off the couch she slid, plopping down next to him and reaching over to grab the bead box. She put it between them, and held her hand out for whatever he was using to make the bracelets.

"I wants yeh teh makes me a whole chicken. The whole things." She was, of course, picking something she knew he didn't have. There was the real trick for you.

Her hand sunk into the bead box again. It was unclear whether she'd actually make anything.. she was having too much fun feeling the beads fall through her fingers and hearing them tinkle against one another.