She was… formidable. That was probably a good word. For how slight the mare before him was in stature, she seemed to have this way about her– like she’d seen a lot. Like she’d done a lot. She carried herself into the lion’s den and showed no hint of concern for her own safety, and that on it’s own was impressive. When she asks for Frey though… what had he done this time?

“You found him.” The words aren’t necessarily unkind, but this funk that he’d been in lately… well, it left him less than personable. Still, at the mention of Talya, the ice melts from his expression. Frey can’t help it, the emotions that wash over him, there are so many. So incredibly many. They skate across his face, but the primary one is concern.

“Oh shit, is she okay?” Had something happened? Had he done something to cause lasting damage? Frey’s heart raced in his chest. “I tried to look for her on Atlantis, but I couldn’t find her, did something happen?” The words fall before he can stop them, a mile a minute, more than he’s spoken in… too long. More than he’s spoken in far too long, but he’s worried. His gaze beseeching on the small mare before him, hoping she has the answers he’s been after.