Freya nodded against Pen's shoulder, wrapping her arms around her neck as they started moving. She didn't know where they were going, exactly, or how far, but she could walk. She could try.

Even if it became immediately clear that Freya was holding herself up almost entirely with her arms, and they trembled every few steps, lacking their usual strength.

She was too cripplingly weary to be properly relieved, but... A little of it was there. She was still here. She was human.

"Thank you," Freya mumbled.