PHOEBE
She wrinkled her nose and tilted her head to the side, looking at him funnily. "You're a mercenary. Of course you've a violent side. And you said before you used to box." she said, laughing a little at the absurdity of his concern. Phoebe wasn't worried about it. She had known many such men, a common trait in a kingdom fraught with war for centuries. But she had thought it more a hobby or work related for Jata, not a coping mechanism. If he needed a place to beat up on something, she was happy to provide it.She nodded at his request and hurried inside, returning with the bag. It was much softer than a real punching bag, more like a pillow, but it would do the job for the time being. Phoebe held it out for him, anything he would need to hang it available in the shed. "I'll make sure there is some supper for you when your done." she said, turning to leave him to his venting time.
I can hold the weight of worlds
if that's what you need
be your everything
