Secret Keeper

She noticed the stance he took, one he might've given a higher ranking person back in Northaven. Phoebe smiled ever so slightly, shaking her head. "Please, I am far from your superior. I'm just a common girl. My mother and brother were shapechangers even. There is no reason to be so formal with me." She didn't want him feeling any more on guard with her than he might already given everything. Phoebe certainly didn't feel deserving of his respectful stance. His one word response made her think she had insulted him. Why? No real good reason. Anxiety works like that. "I-I'm sorry, maybe it isn't a secret? I shouldn't assume I just..." Assumed. She just assumed. Phoebe looked down at the floor, feeling ashamed and stupid. It felt like her whole world was upside down and there was nowhere stable to stand anymore. Here she was, insulting this man in her effort to bring him assurance and looking like a damned fool for it. It didn't help that the situation that brought them together had been so mortifying. Embarrassing. Revealing. She didn't glance up at him again until he spoke once more, insisting she had not been selfish. She worried her lip, thinking on the encounter with Frey. "Yes, they are certainly not to be trifled with...but we each made choices that day too." she said softly. Celosia's actions had been what scared her most, and in the end, the god had stopped her from acting on her impulses towards her. Blame where blame was due, no? The tiniest pinprick of hope shown in her eyes, the unknowingly comforting golden brown gaze she had brightening the tiniest bit. "I'm glad. I...it's silly but I was...wondering if you wanted a friend? I was hoping we could be..." They had gone through and intense experience side by side, both supplicated before Celosia and the god, powerless to their whim. It was an unanticipated bonding moment wasn't it? And, while she had Roana and her nephews...they didn't replace friends. Phoebe was lonely, desperate for someone who might consider her a companion in this new journey the had all been thrown into. But she finally heard how she sounded and again her confidence faltered. "I sound like such a loser." she said with a nervous laugh. Here she was, wanting him to be her friend, because she had none. He probably had many of his own. Why would he want her around? Remi Phoebe Be gentle to all and stern with yourself