When she looks up and sees Rebekah, in her own body, it catches her by surprise. Not that she doesn't immensely prefer having her sister see her through her own eyes, how they should have met, but it's still not what she was expecting. Then again, there's not much she can really say to her that wouldn't make her seem like she's crazy.

(They would have been bookend sisters if it wasn't for Dahlia. Freya would have braided her hair and told her stories and they would have learned their craft together, rather than apart. It's another thing that Dahlia has robbed her of, being an older sister, having a true sister, but maybe it's another opportunity that she can recover here.)

She glances up at her curiously, before back down to the deer again, who's going to stumble over and slump slightly against Rebekah's legs, a graceless thank you for making sure he didn't lose his ring.

"He's not normally a deer?"