"So, you overheard everything," Finn addressed Freya, his tone wary as he regarded her with a cautious expression.
Freya offered a silent confirmation, her smile betraying a hint of amusement as she acknowledged Finn's inquiry. "It's quite surprising," she remarked, "to witness the supposed intellect weaving such fanciful tales to sow fear in his own brother's mind."
Finn's demeanor turned frosty at Freya's words, while Derby's gaze shifted between the two, his expression betraying a sense of uncertainty.
"What is she talking about?" Derby interjected, his voice tinged with skepticism.
Finn retorted defensively, "What nonsense are you spouting, Derby? You know me since we were kids. When have I ever lied to you?"
Freya, undeterred, pressed on. "Oh, Finn, always keeping Derby in the shadows, preventing him from reaching his full potential," she chided with a knowing smile.
