As Asher walked out of the brewery, Freya's eyes stayed on the door a little longer than they should have. She let out a quiet sigh, muttering under her breath, "I wonder how he's doing…"
"Huh? What was that?" Rosa asked, glancing over while still arranging empty potion vials on the shelf.
"Oh, nothing! It's nothing," Freya said quickly, waving her hand with a nervous laugh.
Marcella raised an eyebrow and snorted. "For crying out loud, just admit you're worried about Jett."
Freya's face flushed as she spun around to face Marcella. "W-What? That's not it! I was just... thinking, that's all!"
"Oh yeah, thinking," Morrigan chimed in, suddenly popping up behind her with a cheeky grin. "It's okay, we're all worried about him."
Freya opened her mouth to argue but stopped when Rosa nodded along. "Yeah, with all that drama going on right now, it's hard not to think about it."
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