[Freya regards her as passively as she can, but it's hard not to frown; she found that posture of Pen's kind of alarming, for some reason. The taller woman steps closer to stand in front of Pen, and bringing what she hoped was a comforting hand up to Pen's cheek.]
You've got me, and you're armed to the teeth, so that's several up on her. [The reminders help, or so Freya thinks, since it's easy to lose oneself in the vivid illusions.] Still, sounds awful.
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You've got me, and you're armed to the teeth, so that's several up on her. [The reminders help, or so Freya thinks, since it's easy to lose oneself in the vivid illusions.] Still, sounds awful.