That was what he loved the most about Freya, her ability to make him believe, if only for a moment that things would heal. There were days when he felt the wounds between them, deep and festering, but she would gently bandage them until they became only a faint memory of a scar. He gave her a slow smile, almost reminiscent of one from their earliest days together. In a rare gesture of love, he squeezed her hand in agreement. It would heal.

"Indeed, I wouldn't have you getting sick right after your return." Daniel agreed, although he hardly cared for himself on that accord, he so often felt sick and he did enjoy the stark clearness of the cold. He stood up, gently helping Freya to her feet. "After you." He bowed slightly as if he were courting her as he followed her inside.