Freya was a good listener. A frighteningly good listener, in fact, as Aether noticed shortly after he began talking.
She gave her full, undivided attention to him, listening to every single word he spoke, paying attention to every pause, every moment of hesitation, every bit of uncertainty. She watched him with a soul-piercing gaze. Her eyes never looked away once, she never averted her gaze, or glanced around.
She was hungry for knowledge, more so than anyone else he had met. That part of her reminded him of Mara a little, but while that young woman was shy, skittish and content with her leatherbound notebook and library, Freya wanted more than that.
Her questions were blunt and to the point. She didn't care about superficial things such as personal boundaries. She asked what was on her mind, and the few times Aether tried to dance around the topic, called him out on it.