Freya's face warmed up from the direct contact she had with the sunlight. She turned her head into the pillow before slightly groaning in annoyance.
This was because the noise of people walking, talking, and basically going about their duties was a terrible cacophony of sounds, lacking rhythm and causing disruption in her sleep.
She opened her eyes after trying to get back to sleep and losing. She yawned, stretching her hands out. The bags under her eyes were enough proof that she was really lacking in sleep.
This was all because of the woman who lay beside her. Sleeping like a dead person.
Freya gave her a quick look before she rose to her feet and then circled the room.
Just like in the room Mordeu shared with Cillian, there was also a large wooden bowl in there and just like her friend, she guessed it was for bathing or at least washing up.
