"I'm sure it will be fine," Freyr said, standing up with Freyja's help. "Bless you, dear sister."
Although he hadn't eaten in months, he hadn't been alive for a lot of that to waste away excessively, but his body still ached from the torment. With the help of hat baths soaking in oils and minerals, the joint pain had lessened, but it meant he still walked very stiffly. He was also quite pallid having not seen sunlight in too long, and considering he was a man who usually spent so much time outdoors, it made him look different than before.
He walked stiffly down the stairs, holding onto the stair rail for support, and smiled in greeting when he saw Friar Tuck.
"Good afternoon," he said with a nod and a warm smile, coming through towards the kitchen. That sunny demeanor was still there, dampened though it had been. "Please excuse the overly-cautious welcome. My sister cares for me very deeply."