Freya kept her arms crossed, she was irritated with the whole situation Aphrodite had created, but all she could do was keep quiet and accept it.
Now that the illusion was gone, there was no more sword or blood and the pain had long since ceased, she lightly touched the place hit by the blade and there was no wound but there was a scar.
She smiled slightly, despite an illusion there were traces of it all left.
"Did you bring anything from Hela?" Asked Aphrodite approaching Freya.
There was no apology or any kind of formality, the goddess remained focused on her mission to convince Kéres to act on Hela's behalf.
She would offer food and mostly herself in exchange for it.
Heavens, that was chaos, but nothing surprising.
I am the goddess of love, after all.
