Freya nodded. It did ease her, some, a little of the tension draining out of her shoulders. She'd seen Penelope using magic all the time; Freya had to wonder how hard she'd needed to push herself for this to happen.

But fretting about it wouldn't change anything.

"Thanks. For lookin' out for her when I couldn't."

Carefully, Freya pushed herself off the doorframe, shuffling slowly toward the kitchen. Sakura had said it was 'probably Tuesday by now', so it must be pretty late.

"Stay the night, if you want. Sounds like you've been up a while."