the way we say goodbye

Phoebe Steadman I've dropped out, burned up Fought my way back from the dead Phoebe didn't look up until she heard her name called, rather dismayed at the state of herself. Wet clothes were the worst. And of course, in that instant, she saw Sunjata looking back at her. The midwife froze in place, holding his gaze wide eyed until he turned away, murmuring to the shopkeep about whatever he had been brought. A lump welled up in her throat, finding herself at a loss for words as anxiety rose. She didn't want a fight. She really *truly* didn't want a fight. Phoebe wasn't sure she had the mental fortitude for it, having only just returned to Torchline, remade to suit Frey's purposes. So instead she focused on her business, honeyed gaze locking on the shopkeep as she managed a smile. "Hello, Hank. You know Phoebe is fine." she said with a light laugh as she approached the counter. Which meant standing next to Jata of course. Lovely. "I heard a rumor you might still have some support beams and brackets? The Halenani wasn't prepared as well as it was last year." she said.