[She follows him, closing the door behind her and keeping her body language open, approachable. Arms hanging loosely at her sides, open, not wanting to appear closed off or looming. This is his space and she respects that. She's not here to be a threat. She's here to be a friend.
(Unless, of course, he forces her to be a threat. then it's another matter entirely.)]
My name is Freya.
[She leaves that there for now, trying to keep things civil and also fish out how much Esther had told him when she recruited him for her plans again.]
I can't remember if that's the name I used in 1914. It was so long ago, and the memories are a bit ... hazy.
[It's common for things that happen just on the crest of Dahlia's spell. The memories of her year of life get a little faded around the edges, the closer she gets to going to sleep again. She's sick of the limitations it puts on her life, but there's nothing she can do about it. Dahlia never gave her a choice in the first place.]
no subject
(Unless, of course, he forces her to be a threat. then it's another matter entirely.)]
My name is Freya.
[She leaves that there for now, trying to keep things civil and also fish out how much Esther had told him when she recruited him for her plans again.]
I can't remember if that's the name I used in 1914. It was so long ago, and the memories are a bit ... hazy.
[It's common for things that happen just on the crest of Dahlia's spell. The memories of her year of life get a little faded around the edges, the closer she gets to going to sleep again. She's sick of the limitations it puts on her life, but there's nothing she can do about it. Dahlia never gave her a choice in the first place.]