[Without a word she takes the journal from Frey, almost a little too aggressively, but she couldn't control herself from showing how upset she was that he had been the one to answer it. All she knew of any interaction between Mithos and Frey was back in that draft in the jungle, where they had struggled to fight off all that Third Party... and things hadn't ended well. Her lips are set in a tight line to try to keep them from trembling, but it would prove to be a fruitless effort once she holds it properly in her hands.]
I'm right here. [Her voice cracks just a little when she words that, that familiar stinging moistness returning to her eyes just knowing that he's still here in the village. Had he gone home – no, had he returned to that place that didn't want him, where he wouldn't wake up again... she didn't know what she would do. That thought alone is what makes her waver and nearly start crying right then and there.]
[voice - November 5th]
I'm right here. [Her voice cracks just a little when she words that, that familiar stinging moistness returning to her eyes just knowing that he's still here in the village. Had he gone home – no, had he returned to that place that didn't want him, where he wouldn't wake up again... she didn't know what she would do. That thought alone is what makes her waver and nearly start crying right then and there.]
Where have you been...? I thought...