the kids aren’t alright

Phoebe I know I am good at something, I just haven't found it yet Pim rested his front feet down in the bed, wings still splayed and flapping with irritation as he growled low at the retreating man. Humans were so stupid, so messy, because Frey had been tired when humans were made. But that would not exuse this. Phoebe was a prized female, Frey blessed, and no male would make her feel less when he persued a lesser female. Not. Here. Bucko. Phoebe just sighed, knowing it was no use to tell Pim to stop now that he was riled. "So you wanted to hurt me more, to tell me you loved me...just not as much as her? Now you decide to give words to the things I already knew so the wounds burn with salt?" she said, still emotionless as she opened her eyes to look at him. "You want what? Both of us. Of course you would." she muttered.