[Penelope isn't exactly sure what she can do. She sits with Freya, keeping a touch on the taller woman. She can be patient when she needs to be, but she's fairly awful at knowing how to snap someone out of a daze like this. Though, as the moments grind on, she grows more worried. Her hand clutches rather than rests, fingers knotting up into Freya's clothing, eyes brimming with concern.

It's a long few minutes before she speaks, low, hoarse...]

Freya...I don't know what's happening to you, but you better not be disappearing on me. Please say something, let me know you're in there...

[It hurts to ask, and she cannot keep the dread from making her voice tremble, her fingertips shaking. But a thought does come to her.]

...If you can't focus on anything else, think about me. You and me, sitting on a bench in Recolle. We've just gotten back from Magatus, and you are going to spend the night with me. We talked about it yesterday, while you were stuck at work. I said I loved you, and you said you loved me, and then we both passed out. That hasn't changed, I still love you...