PHOEBE
The dragon lumbered away from Loren as soon as the midwife appeared, standing sentinel next to her feet, still eyeing the man with a predatory gaze. Phoebe didn’t move as Loren spoke either, nor did her expression change. ”Who are you anyways?” she said bluntly. ”Awfully rude to ask me for things without introducing yourself.” Not that she was being particularly not-rude, but she was the one with the supplies he wanted.Supplies he would not get.
”I will do nothing to aid the plan of that Ascended wretch. If you want medical supplies, go beg the Fae, though I doubt they will take pity on you.” she said in a clipped tone. She supposed to that end it didn’t matter who this man was. Clearly he was working for Wessex, and so she would not aid him. She was a Steadman after all – remaining steadfast was a familial trait.
I can hold the weight of worlds
if that's what you need
be your everything
