"Can-can I go home now?" Freya asked Zavian, a part of her somewhat afraid of his answer. What if he said no? What would she do then?
"What?" Zavian frowned, looking amused.
"Can I go home now?" Freya asked, hugging herself.
"I heard you the first time," Zavian muttered, his face falling. He then shifted slightly closer to her, making her hug herself more tightly. "How are you feeling now?"
It was Freya's turn to frown now. She didn't understand why he was being so caring towards her. He probably wanted something in return.
"I'm... I'm feeling okay," Freya lied. The truth was that she hadn't felt 'okay' in years.
"You think you can handle yourself all alone? You live alone, right?" Zavian questioned.
Should she tell him the truth...? Freya thought to herself. Would it be safe to tel
