Check-Ups and Questions

Phoebe Call the Midwife "Okay. Second worst." she said with a light laugh, shaking her head. Her. A monster hunter. Yeah right. Even Frey would laugh at her for that. She was about as fit to be a monster hunter as Frey was ready to take an oath if celibacy. But it seemed Ronin would take her words seriously nonetheless. Know her strengths? Her brow furrowed thoughtfully, reaching out and gently tickling Aoife's swinging foot. Phoebe didn't think she was without strengths, she just wasn't sure she had any strengths that would help her if she had trouble and danger knocking on her door. But she would take him at his word. He was the expert here. His suggestion though seemed difficult to implement. A bodyguard? She paled a bit, trying not to think about the sort of terrifyingly well-endowed being Frey would gift as a bodyguard. "A...bodyguard. Right..." she said, trying to think of a way that could work that was...reasonable. Phoebe smiled a little and nodded. "Thank you, I will keep that in mind, I appreciate it. Now, do we think the little one is ready for her checkup?"