There were little subtleties about that questions Freya appreciated. Asking her if she would be okay, since she obviously wasn't. Dimly, Freya remembered something from her classes, and wouldn't be surprised if she was suffering from a degree or two of psychological shock.

"Thanks, pretty girl." She starts stroking Penelope's hand again, and this time kept that little soothing motion going. "I'll pull through this, don't you worry. It might take some time to get my head on straight again, but I will."

Somehow. Freya didn't know what she was supposed to do to accomplish that. She had no personal experience with death of any sort. Time, she supposed, was probably the biggest factor. Maybe she'd ask Pen about it, later, after they've both had time to recover from their ordeals.