Not long after the girls rushed out of the shop, Freya too took her leave since the shop wouldn't be open for business for that day anyway. Shame followed her every step of the way and even made her stop in the middle of the market and think to herself.
'What have I done?' Alas, her guilt would do little to help her, and so, picking up a few things to give herself the alibi of shopping, she made her way to the inn. Whoever or whatever had made that noise outside their door was hopefully nobody close or of any importance. 'A cat, a mouse, hell, I will even take that slave girl over anyone else.'
Carrying a head heavy with doubts, Freya carried herself on memory rather than sight. A weary sigh escaped her lips, and by the time her head lifted to peer up front, she was already standing in front of her establishment. Shoulders dropped and her fingers and mouth aching from the reminder of that act, she took a deep breath and forced herself to walk in.
