[With his eyes closed, he can't see the desperate tension drain out of her posture and her face, but her tone eases up. Freya's still obviously upset—how couldn't she be, after today?—but the majority of it's no longer directed at him.]

Just as long as you mean that. If you go runnin' off the moment I turn my back, I will hunt you down before the monsters have the chance. [She meant what she said earlier; Freya would disable him, somehow, if she thought it'd keep him alive. No matter how much he might hate her for it, later.]

[Freya steps right next to him, barely keeping from stumbling herself, and extends an arm down to him. This time around, her voice's softer.]

C'mon. Up. Not a great place for a breather.