Winter's Bite

phoebe Sleep and I shall soothe you, calm you, and annoint you Phoebe shrugged a little. "There are some who are more anxious than others, but they are usually much more focused on the task at hand rather than letting their minds focus on everything that might make them queasy. Fathers on the other hand..." she shook her had and laughed a bit. Men could be so pigheaded. "Let's just say if you are every faced with a laboring woman and her spouse...keep the smelling salts on hand." There was a good reason she had an array of smelling salts in her shelves. Some were for anxiety. Some were to aid sleep. Others were powerful enough to put even the biggest man baby back on their feet. She smiled when Isla insisted she did not think her stupid. In fact, she seemed to glow under the praise. Much like a sunflower turned towards the sunlight, Phoebe yearned for approval. "I suppose I am quite good at calming people down when they are being a little crazy." she said with a light laugh. Pregnant women and their mood swings could be quite the trip. "Oh! I suppose I should ask, do you know if there is anything I should do to prepare for Long Night? I've been so busy getting this place up and running I haven't really had a chance to seek out Naturals to ask." she asked Isla curiously.