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The fact that her vocal problem was a Fear issue was something she already knew - and his skill with his weapon was exactly why she had come to him in the first place. "Ja, I know the scales. Are yeh sures yeh don't needs a break?" Her hand reached out again, resting on his shoulder this time with a comforting squeeze. "I knows what my voice can do. I don't wants to make yeh too sad. It.. it hurts to watch."

His grin was enough reassurance for her. When he played the key, she opened her mouth and let out that one, single, penetrating note. If her voice didn't have the makings of a depression trance, it would be beautiful.

She didn't know what singing note by note was going to do, and the nervous doubt was blatant on her expression.

Roch's response blindsided her. It was confusing enough that it made her just react without thinking. Her hand lifted, and the long, elegant swirls of Fear materialized into her overcompensatingly large scythe. She put the end on the floor, used it to help herself stand, and settled it on his fishtank.

"Aiya." She finally started to doubt what was happening, and turned around to glare at him. "What's the points of takings my weapons away?" She mumbled, immediately uncomfortable with the idea of leaving it behind.

Freya reluctantly sat back down, but her attention was back on the weapon. She kept looking back and forth from Roch to the weapon, completely distracted from the task at hand.

"L-la.."

Freya's eyes settled on Roch when he spoke, and her brow furrowed. Having her weapon away from her affected her singing? Personally, it made no sense - but it was already progress. Odd, unsettling progress. She cleared her throat, and nodded meekly.

"In this towns, don't we loves it now? Everybody's waitings for the next surprise."

Her voice picked up in excitement. "Round that corner, man hidings in the trash can, something's waitings now to pounce and how you'll-"

The depression had still rested heavily in the air, even if it had lessened, but the last word she let out had all of the density in the air lifting as she rose her hands up in the air and yelled it childishly. "-SCREAMS!"

Then the depression in the air returned, despite the fact that she was obviously enjoying herself as she rocked side to side. "This is Halloween, red and black, slimy green.."

This wasn't the first time Freya had depressed someone with her singing, nor would it be the last. So as she usually did, she got up and moved over behind Roch, wrapping her arms around him in a friendly, comforting hug. She would pet his hair, but, yeah.

"Sorry. I knows this sucks. If yeh don't wants to help me, believes me, I would completely understand." Even as she hugged him, she tried to think through reasons just like he said. "My whole life I've been tryings to figures out what is causing this. But I'll try some more, if yeh thinks it'll help."

Use less Fear. That didn't sound too hard.. except she hadn't realized she was using Fear at all. Ugh.

Roch seemed brusque to her. Perhaps that was part of why she had thought he'd be perfect for this task. Not a lot to worry about with him, as far as she felt. He was safe. It was comforting.

She let him pull away and saluted him. "Believes me, I understand. I'll go makes that list." She looked as though she was about to bolt out the door, but turned, and grabbed Roch by the wrist. "And uh, Roch?" Her offered smile was genuine. "Thanks, friend."