Check-Ups and Questions

Phoebe Call the Midwife Phoebe was recovering, slowly but surely, from the physical and mental shock of her miscarriage. It would take a month or so to be fully back to sorts, her body still sorting out exactly what happened, the reality of it still weighing heavily on her mind. But she could not sit around and wallow. She had to live as Frey had told her, and there were still a great many people who needed her here. Namely, an adorable starry-eyed girl and her very nervous dad. Daddies really, with how involved Remi still was. That Ronin was alive again had reached her ears, and suddenly the reality of demigods that she and Rexanna had joked about was all too real. But demigod or not, a nervous dad was a nervous dad and she was there to help. Today was to be a normal checkup for little Aoife, make sure she was growing well and developing as she ought. Her involvement now was purely as a fail-safe. She had the expertise to know what little signs to look for of various developmental problems that might otherwise go unnoticed by a new father. But Phoebe also wasn't terribly worried. Aoife was blessed by Safrin, and she doubted the goddess would let anything go wrong with the girl. And besides, Phoebe had some questions for Ronin that a man of his expertise could answer. She arrived promptly when scheduled, her little leather bag in her hands, knocking on the door of the guildhall.