As if she'd stop Pen. As their twined hands came to rest in Pen's lap, Freya's free hand reaches up to comb those thorough those long golden strands. She meets her partner's grey eyes, her own filled with raw adoration.
"I'm glad I could do something for you in that hellhole." Once her fingers had run their course, Freya brings her hand back up in a caress this time, fingers lightly running along the back of Pen's jaw.
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As if she'd stop Pen. As their twined hands came to rest in Pen's lap, Freya's free hand reaches up to comb those thorough those long golden strands. She meets her partner's grey eyes, her own filled with raw adoration.
"I'm glad I could do something for you in that hellhole." Once her fingers had run their course, Freya brings her hand back up in a caress this time, fingers lightly running along the back of Pen's jaw.