Freya's eyes widened as she listened to Lucifer describe the means of her injury. She did not see through the lie as Rhodes had and was thus surprised when the Fairest expressed his doubt about the truth in the Shadowed Beauty's statement. Freya thought the best of others. Unless she was given a reason not to. Then Rhodes spoke of the Gentry.
The mother protects. Freya closed her eyes a moment, breathing deeply as a means to process what has been said. She opened them again to look upon Lucifer and Penance, her gaze one of concern. She was no True Fae, but she was gifted in the Contracts of the Dream. She could help.
As Rhodes made his way to her and spoke, Freya offered him a soft smile. Despite the seriousness of the situation before them, the need to nurture was strong and so she offered he best face, "The well-being of our brethren is all of our responsibility. You don't need to bear that alone." The statement was simple, but clear enough in Freya's eyes. The bird-thing would lean in as Rhodes spoke about the troubles of Luci, Penance, and dear Ingrid. "I am not academically inclined with oneiromancy... but I am gifted in Contracts of the Dream. If nothing else, I can help affect change and seek the poison. If Lucifer and Penance would consent to my meddling, of course."
Resisting one among the Gentry and pushing them out of a dream would be difficult, but it was not impossible. Additionally, if she could pull it off, Freya felt that the True Fae in question would be unlikely to try again. At least for a time. Thus, the Clawed Mother knew she could not leave the issue unresolved now that she was aware of it.