PHOEBE
there's a bulletproof bond
Phoebe smiled a little. There was the Melita she knew - bold and fiery, untameable and powerful. Everything she herself wasn't. To have such confidence in the face of death was indeed a unique thing. "I am sorry that I've nothing more to offer is all. I know you will fight with every fiber of your being and that is a good thing. I would offer something to help with the symptoms but...the blight does not respond well to anything tampering with it and I would rather not risk you exploding into flame." she said with a sigh. That she couldn't even offer that was frustrating.
As far as what she could do though? That was a more difficult thing to put her finger one. Medicine was not her forte...but adventering wasn't Phoebe's and she could use that. "Have you gone into the basement of the Spire recently?" she asked her, head tilting slightly to the side.
As far as what she could do though? That was a more difficult thing to put her finger one. Medicine was not her forte...but adventering wasn't Phoebe's and she could use that. "Have you gone into the basement of the Spire recently?" she asked her, head tilting slightly to the side.
between me and you
