Nóttin had nearly regretted the way he questioned her. The feeling of her body tensing and freezing in his embrace almost forced him to recoil in shame. She had been through enough, so why did he bring about more bad reactions and feelings to her? The Pillar mentally kicked himself in the gut, ashamed that he had caused her to have such a reaction. Freya looked away from him, bringing the male even more internally to his knees. But he tried to stay calm and be that savior for her. To be a good friend and a good listener. I see...

Nóttin continued to listen to her story, this way of life for The Saints. It was a horrible existence for anyone to live, being a prisoner, a mere slave. Who on earth gave them the right!? It is never someone's right to own another living being. I hope you know that truth, Freya. It was a truth that she needed to relearn, and he was to be her teacher. And if they ever touch you again, I'll kill them myself. A fang revealed itself once more from his mouth, fire in his eyes and ice in his heart. But the coldness in his soul would only remain for so long. It would melt again at the sight of Freya's gaze, and the storm would be calmed once he was home again with Dalmatia: his spotted dove. He would have to tell her that when he came back, amongst other things.