"You are welcome!" Freyr said, feeling he knew what was coming next and having been uplifted by, in spirit. He grinned when she spoke the reason for her approach, slyly. She didn't require anything... but daddy time. "Yes, it is one of my duties as the host of Jol and the God of Fire to bring warmth into the hearts of our people!" he said with cheer. Yes, he had been right. She wanted to talk. Now was as good a time as any...
"Come, then," he said, a bit more quietly. He turned to look at Skadi and gave the woman a wink. "I leave the festivities in your charge, my queen," he told her, knowing full well that she was capable of sitting on a throne and looking as regal as possible for a few moments while he delved into the mind of his mortal offspring. He touched Rhia's arm after he stepped down the short stairwell and urged her to follow him to an area behind the dais where they could speak more privately. Once again, Freyr sat. Rhia was welcomed to sit with a gesture of his hand, and he made to stroke his beard with his free hand, only to be reminded of the holly that had been planted within it. "Oh!" he said to himself, then put the sprig on the table between them. His eyes watched Rhiannon's, and the sun god's eyebrows rose, a cue that he was ready to hear her 'talk'. "Do you... have more questions?" Then he put the holly back in his beard.