I've been better. Dogun says lamely, and Freya's face contorts into a worried frown. "I'm sorry," she murmurs gently, "Do you want to talk about it? It might make you feel a little better." She offers. She just wants him to be happy and relaxed - she can tell that he is on edge and something is clearly bothering him, but he won't say what, and that in itself bothers Freya to no end. However, she can't really force him to talk about his problems - they are his own, after all, and she's not his mother. She's not here to force him, only to encourage him. He will come around in his own time, she knows. She will simply have to be patient.

Tell me about what is on your mind. He says, and Freya sighs softly. "Not a whole lot, really." She murmurs, nuzzling against his shoulder. "Although there is one thing..." she pauses, gauging his reaction before she continues, "I think perhaps we should give Bjorn a sibling." Her lips twitch into the faintest of smiles as she gazes at him with crystal-clear, baby blue eyes. "What do you think, my love?" She's pretty sure his answer will be yes, but with the funk he's been in lately, she can't be too sure. She wouldn't force him if he said no, either. She is patient and understanding, she knows that now might not be the best time for them to bring another child into this world, but the motherly part of her craves the feeling of a child growing within her, of having another creature to love and protect and cherish.

"I'll understand if you say no." She declares to him, a gentle smile gracing her features once more. "Just tell me what you want." She wants to know what his desires are, what his thoughts are, what he thinks they should do. After all, his opinion and his state of well-being matters most to Freya, coming first before anything else.