[Freya remains silent. What could she even say to that? This was the wrong time to ask if Luna's behavior had anything to do with it, and condolences would sound hollow.]
[She sighs, her shoulders slumping a bit, and Frey almost rubs her hands over her face because she remember they're covered in filth, dropping her hands to her sides instead.]
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[She sighs, her shoulders slumping a bit, and Frey almost rubs her hands over her face because she remember they're covered in filth, dropping her hands to her sides instead.]