Freia drew up a plan and she was all psyched up to lose weight. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that the key to losing weight requires less input and more output. Ever since she had stepped into this person's body, she realised that her body craved for all sorts of food.
It wasn't the normal sort of craving, it was the monstrous crazy craving that Freia figured that it must have been the "curse". Any normal being would require a huge moment of determination to fight away these hunger pangs.
However, if there's anything that Freia is. Abnormal would be the best way to describe her - she was nowhere near normal in the way she thought, nor was she norwhere near normal in the amount of sheer willpower she had.
When she was bent on doing something, her entire being would be so fixated on that and that, in turn, got her to the places that she wanted to be.
She wasn't one of the top assassinators for nothing. Her luminous credentials were a testament to that.
She drew up a plan and studied it, and Furball started to lick her cheeks. She shot Furball a death eye and Furball cowered in fear before she flashed a smile and Furball jumped In gleeful excitement.
"What do you think of this?" she asked and Furball glanced at it before giving her a pained look.
"100 days of honey and oats with 100 laps sounds pretty good, isn't it?" it looked at her and shuddered and she patted its head before settling for bed.
Her mind drifted briefly to Sick Boy's persistent coughing. However, sleep invaded her and she soon forgot what it was about him that reminded her so much of Khai...
His scent! It was a faint Eucalyptus and peppermint scent that soothed her immediately. She made a vague realisation and sighed in her sleep.