PHOEBE
”Unless you are going to suddenly magic yourself to a healthy weight, the semantics don’t completely matter. You need a sandwich. Or twelve.” she said with a small smirk, standing when she heard the kettle start to sing. Quietly she took it off, pouring herself a bit of calming tea. As exhausted as she was, her mind still whirred with questions unanswered, and she needed something to take a bit of the edge off. Hopefully it would keep more unanticipated and unwanted blight rage at bay. ”Would you like some tea?” she offered, glancing over at him.At his antics she just smiled and shook her head a bit, holding her teacup in both hands, letting the warmth course through her. ”As fun as it sounds to watch a duke get his trousers in a bunch when things don’t go his way, I think I’ll pass.” she teased quietly, breathing in the pleasantly spicy aroma of her tea.
I can hold the weight of worlds
if that's what you need
be your everything
