"Even if those places were fake, the experiences weren't." The bites and bruises over marring Freya's body was proof enough, among... other things. "But if you're ready to move past that, I won't drag you back to it."

Those messages, coupled with the portraits of the lab, concerned Freya. With the glimpses she saw, Pen's words, the fear in her voice, and Lucy's alarming text (it's not safe here, the ass), it's not difficult to imagine what the rest of the place was like. But... if Pen was processing it just fine, Freya wouldn't dig up those gruesome memories. Not as long as her partner actually seemed she was okay.

Freya lifts her glass, taking a sizable gulp of the wine.