Freya was very nervous.
She did not dare move, did not dare speak, only lowered her head and stared at her chest, giving no reaction no matter how Siffrin signaled with her eyes.
Her anxiety reached its peak when she realized Sword Maiden was Sonia. She was so scared.
She was neither Ash's first friend, nor a comrade who had gone through life and death with him. She had not even spent a full week with Ash altogether. In Ash's stormy adventures, she was nothing, merely a passerby he had met by chance.
She could not compare to Sword Maiden, Witch, or Silver Lamp. She could not even compare to Philly. Philly had just French-kissed Ash, while she had not even slept with Ash yet.
Would Ash fail to recognize her? Would he have already forgotten her? Would he think she was insignificant? If someone like her missed him and cared about him, would Ash find it disgusting?
If, if... drip, drip, drip.
Large tears fell onto her chest. Freya bit her lower lip tight. Just thinking about it was already more than she could bear, her heart seeming to be squeezed so hard she could not breathe. Siffrin was right. She was a coward, a coward who did not even dare touch cotton candy for fear of being pricked.
She wanted so badly to turn into Lala Fat and hide away...
When Siffrin saw Freya crying, she could roughly guess what she was thinking, so she hooked her arm through Freya's and quietly retreated.
Freya did not refuse, letting Siffrin pull her away, but after taking only two steps, she stopped.
She really was afraid, and she really wanted to see him. She was perfectly willing to watch him from afar in secret; as long as he was well,