"I don't know." She doesn't know the full extent of what she heard. It hadn't all come through, even when shouting. Freya hadn't wanted to listen, even if she'd heard. "Something of people not being deserving of pity, or of magic."

Freya looked toward the kitchen, the groceries on the counter, the cats. For a moment, she thought she'd move toward them, take care of keeping herself busy, helping Jr. out by not lingering.

"Pieces here and there, afterward."