a word that i can't forget.

Phoebe was glad when Ash took the cup of tea, content to move back towards the little rooms with the extra beds. She fluffed the pillows and filled the wash basin, adding extra blankets to the foot of the bed in case she needed it, as well as a few matches to light the candle should she need it. "You are no crack-pot." Phoebe said with a light laugh and shake of her head. "You shouldn't speak so poorly of yourself Ashetta. That won't help anything, trust me on that one." she said with a grin. "But I do get a number of middle of the night visits, yes. Babies come whenever they wish, day or night. And mothers are loathe to wait until morning if they think something is wrong. So I am always available to women who need me." she said with a smile. But she had promised cinnamon rolls in the morning so she ought get those prepped. Moving to the kitchen she pulled out all the ingredients and set to making the dough. Pim found a place near the fire to curl up and snooze for the time being. Phoebe I'll be your shoulder when you cry