in a world where you can do anything: love
the honeysuckle princess
”Dankie”Phoebe didn’t recognize it as another language, more as a childish thank you. It was cute in a way, and the blonde midwife smiled at her warmly. ”You’re very welcome.” she said. Of course, she wanted to take her somewhere inside, somewhere warm and safe but she wouldn’t get the chance. The young woman started to laugh, first quietly, building to hysterical laughter that gives cause for concern. Pim trilled with concern, not understanding what was going on.
As the woman collapsed, Phoebe collapsed with her, quickly wrapping her arms around her as she cried, rocking her slowly and cooing gently into her ear. ”It’s okay, it’s okay, you’re safe. Everything is fine, you’re going to be fine.” she soothed, mustering up her energy to comfort as best she knew how. Phoebe really should have had a special checkmark for comforting alone – it was often required in her profession, one filled with as many happy tears as those of despair.
Finally the woman speaks again, and asks after a man. Phoebe shook her head, gently pushing her hair back out of her face. ”No I didn’t. Not everyone from your world will have come here. In fact, most will not have.” she said as gently as she could. ”Do you think you can stand? I can take you to my clinic and you can get warm and comfortable and we will make sense of it all, okay?”
PHOEBE
