[There's a brief stab of pain that Freya doesn't recognise him, but it's there and gone in an instant, obliterated by that relief and joy that simply can't be contained. He can't judge her for not knowing who he is, not when all she's ever known him as is a suit of armour.]
Freya, it's me.
[His voice is softer, and his smile a little more genuine and focused. His toes are going numb now and his legs are shaking badly with the effort of holding him up. He either hasn't noticed, or doesn't care, that he's still naked in front of her.]
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Freya, it's me.
[His voice is softer, and his smile a little more genuine and focused. His toes are going numb now and his legs are shaking badly with the effort of holding him up. He either hasn't noticed, or doesn't care, that he's still naked in front of her.]
This is my real body, it's-- It's really me.