His words take her by surprise. How long has it been since a stallion has offered her such attention - or made an effort to see her stick around? Well, Zevulun had of course made his amorous intentions known long ago, but he didn't seem to be one for possessiveness. Part of her liked that, that each time they met, he seemed content to let her come and go as she pleased. 'Would Warsaw be the same way?' she wondered briefly. She didn't intend to stick around and find out, honestly. As much as she loved this Island, she knew her home now was on Luthien. She couldn't - wouldn't - abandon those who were, as far as she was concerned, her family.

"I appreciate the offer. You're far too kind to an old woman like me," she chuckled, hoping to ease her conscience. Although she had always been decisive, and was glad to set her boundaries as needed, she had never been a fan of rejection - whether it be on the giving or receiving end. "I spent many years here as queen, and I don't regret any of it. But it's been so long, and I fear I wouldn't be as... capable, as I once was." She replied, picking up on his earlier use of the word. But what of Baldr? Although she certainly considers herself a capable mother, Freya can't fight off the feeling of guilt that gnaws deep at her gut at the thought of her son growing up without a father figure. Zevulun, too, had offered, but she had turned him down as well.

A deep sigh forces its way from her lungs. Even thinking about being queen again makes her feel exhausted. "But if I am ever in the area again, perhaps you wouldn't mind me stopping in? I do have a fondness for this Island, and would love to be able to visit." She had planned not to roam anywhere else once she had returned to the Forest. Baldr needed a stable home, and a life spent chasing the wind was not suited for a foal.