Freya grumbles, rolling her head to the other side.

Upon retrieval, Freya'd been completely out cold--understandable, given everything she'd gone through. At some point between the first and second night, she'd started shifting in the definite signs of sleep instead of "dead to the world."

That said, unfortunately for the small Alraune, it was a pretty deep sleep. The sackcloth hand was a subconscious annoyance more than anything.