Freyja couldn't quite place it, but there was a strange tightness in her chest that wasn't usual. If Freyr hadn't been coming around she would have taken a long bubble bath with a glass of champagne - something that usually calmed her so well - but there was not quite the time. But still, something was... off. Honkers had curled up in her lap but even patting him wasn't soothing her like it should.
When Freyr arrived and she saw him through the camera, Freyja realised the feeling of disquiet was to do with him. She wasn't sure yet what it was, but the feeling of deep seated worry when she looked at him was unmistakable. She buzzed her brother in and when he reached the door she looked at him with concern.
"Are you alright?" she asked, reaching out to touch his cheek.