the kids aren’t alright

Phoebe I know I am good at something, I just haven't found it yet He said okay, and she sighed a bit in relief. There. He had a task, one he couldn't possibly complete - who would want a blighted, dying woman after all? - which would keep him away for now. That way she could at least die with some semblence of peace rather than being constantly faced with the object of her heartbreak regularly. She just wasn't sure she had the patience or energy anymore for that. But he mentioned she could go back to the clinic and she glanced at him. At least he didn't have to be told he needed to move. "Thank you, Jata." she said softly, but staying put until she heard the infirmary door close. {END}