PHOEBE
Phoebe raised a brow at him, a little smirk curving her lips. ”I never said you had to eat all twelve sandwiches right in a row.” she quipped at him as she pulled down another mug. ”It’s quite alright,I can handle a kettle.” Phoebe said, pouring him a cup of the calming tea. If he watched, the tremble in her hands from the blight would be obvious as she did so. It frustrated her, but she said nothing, simply bringing him the cup and setting it on the table next to the chair he sat in.
”All the more reason not to get them in a bunch. Such a shame to wrinkle such trousers.” she quipped back, taking a sip of her tea. ”Though if I were you I would try to replace them before too long. You don’t want to be caught in Deepfrost with things so threadbare.” she added quietly.
I can hold the weight of worlds
if that's what you need
be your everything
