Late into the night, after everyone had fallen asleep, Freya couldn't help but twist and turn over inside her tent. Sharing the place with her sister, there was a tension in the air–palpable and yet neither of them wanted to address it. One knew of the other's secret, and the other wanted to know to what degree she knew and if she knew what she thought she knew. A puzzle so complex that the mother's mind was constantly losing track of itself.
However, finally, once she'd fallen asleep, Freya slipped out of the tent and decided to talk to Custer after all. If he had told her, if this was some means for him to blackmail her, then it wasn't going to work–at least that's what she wanted to believe. But even in her own heart, she knew that there was no way the merchant would do anything like this.
