She pushed the door open. Pen was there, like Sakura had said. Freya remained there in the doorway, observing, and leaned against the frame after a moment.

Pen didn't... look injured, but it was hard to tell with someone under a blanket. The other woman would've said something if that was the case, right? That was the logical conclusion, anyway. Freya had to stamp down at a gnawing in the back of her mind; she'd feel a lot better knowing what happened. She didn't remember anything from the incident.

"Tuesday, huh," she says quietly, to not wake Pen--even if she wanted to. Freya turned to face Sakura again, still leaning lightly against the door frame. Two days. A faint humor crept into her rough voice. "Guess this means we're even. You been here long?"