dancing after death

phoebe Sleep and I shall soothe you, calm you, and annoint you Phoebe sighed a little, mostly from relief. There, now some progress could be made. She followed him quietly, pausing only a moment to grab a few things from the basket she had brought. Honeyed eyes glanced around the room curiously. Clearly he had purged any potential reminder of Lusea already...which wasn't the healthiest way to deal with grief but Jata rarely did what the healthiest thing for him was. Once he laid down she say on the edge of the bed, opening a few bottles of aromatic oils. Things to help his headache - which would hopefully be going away soon from the tonic - and relieve tension, calming, soothing smells. She placed a few drops on her fingers, mixing them together before patting them on key points on his face. If he allowed, she would press the hand he held up to his face down and gently press her fingers against his temples and other pressure points to ease his self inflicted suffering.