dancing after death

phoebe Sleep and I shall soothe you, calm you, and annoint you Her confusion is not fixed in the slightest by Jata's explanation. "What? What feelings? And what did you do during LongNight?" she said, confused about how she fell into all of this, if only because she didn't want to admit it. A bit of irritation flared, knowing Remi had spoken to Loren about the little flame she had carried for him, especially now that it was being used against her again. Moreover it was another poke at another hurt she had been trying to heal, just another insecurity that she wasn't good enough, and that she never would be. But now her frustration, stemming from her confusion about this Loren nonsense, was getting the better of her, and she pinched the bridge of her nose to try and focus herself. "Fine, Jata. Fine. Be miserable. Let no one take care of you when you feel awful. Misconstrue every single word I say so that you are right, like always. Frey forbid you ever let me do anything nice for you." she said, walking over to the door where her boots were to put them back on. "Despite your clear inability to say it, I get you don't want me here. Take your years while the rest of us only have weeks to get over our hardships. How lucky you are." she said pointedly. She hadn't been granted years to get over Emmett. She hadn't been given that to get over Jata. Yet here she was. Trying to help. Trying to care. Trying to move forward.