Aiden raised an eyebrow, holding up his ring. "We could just ask," he pointed out, as if the whole intense fight had made them momentarily forget the communication tool. He smirked, "And Freya's still out there."
Rey looked down, noticing his ring glowing, a series of persistent pulses flashing from numerous missed messages. "Right… Freya," he muttered, seeing a backlog of notifications. As he scrolled through, he chuckled. "Speak of the devil. She's been spamming us nonstop."
The messages were a mix of frantic inquiries and exclamations:
-Freya- "Are you okay?"
-Freya- "Is everything under control?"
-Freya- "Why isn't anyone answering?"
-Freya- "Did someone get hurt?!"
-Freya- "What's going on over there??"
-Freya- "Are you ignoring me?"
-Freya- "Please say something."
Rey pressed the ring, finally replying.
-Rey- "Hey Freya, how's it going?"
