As the enthusiastic performance begins, Freyja doesn't even seem to notice.  She remains still, nodding subtly as she listens to Lina, her cool gaze crossing over the girl's face, searching her as if for some grain of truth that might be lingering somewhere on her skin.<br/><br/>As Lina finishes her recounting, Freyja nods, then turns her gaze to the coupling servants as one might notice a sculpture or a well-crafted fence, but her eyes dialate-- it stirs something, being in their presence, that's not really within her control.  Remaining composed, she turns her eyes back to Lina with the same steady acceptance, though her thin, dark eyebrows seem a bit more furrowed in question.<br/><br/>She waits to respond to Lina, though-- perhaps out of an empathetic recognition of the old hurt in Machado, or perhaps out of some desire to absorb that emotion herself, she reaches one arm for him and rests her hand on his shoulder, her feminine hand not large enough to encompass it, but strong enough in its small size to steer him, urge him closer.  She answers Machado first, nodding curtly in respect for one lost, though the ghost of memory that flits across her eyes isn't of a teacher at all.  After a moment's listening, she answers without hesitation.  "I've no objection to sharing a bed.  We're all in this together... we should be in every way."<br/><br/>Without elaboration on that point, she loosens her armor padding shirt, unfixing the ties, letting it hang open.  Her pale skin beneath shows at the now-gaping seams like a pale-gold sculpture.  "Lina," she leans a bit closer, her eyes like warm slate as she searches the girl's smile, unable to suppress a sympathetic upturn of her own lips.  "Thank you for explaining truthfully... but, you say 'training' like there's something to tell... what do you mean?"