Freyja's impression of this man was already becoming a very positive one, and she didn't sense any deception here. (She was having to rely only on her normal intuition for that, her magic still recovering from the unexpected portal it had been asked to create.) "I know he'll be grateful," she smiled, peeking into the bag. "I'll go get him, give me a minute."
She wandered towards the bedroom and, after opening the door, looked in on her brother. She'd asked him to wait, and didn't care if that had come across as paranoid. "He seems very nice," she told Freyr, coming over to take his hands. "But I won't be far away if anything goes wrong."