and there she was, living, despite it all
Phoebe couldn't help the light laugh at his question "I am very sure. That I was able to help is repayment enough." she said. Caring for others had always been something she had enjoyed from the time she was a small child. Besides, she had learned that she could apparently heal with but a touch! They had both benefitted from the interaction - albeit in different ways. Though she did feel a bit guilty leaving him high and dry with an arousal her healing had caused on accident.
But he was at a brothel. She was sure he could find someone to scratch that itch for him without a problem.
The Nightingale smiled at him warmly as she straightened, glad he had accepted the medicinal teas without a fuss. "You're very welcome. If you ever need anything else for the hangovers just let me know. I'm happy to help. You have a good rest of the season too, Thomas." she said before turning to leave.
When she was almost out of sight, a rather obnoxiously furry grey seer cat decked out in a pink and peach bow tie came meandering through. It stopped and stared at the man with wide orange eyes, its gaze unnervingly steady. "I'd sneak back to the cliffssssspying glass. A storm is coming and here it does not brrrrrrreak." The cat said in its gravelly voice before setting off after Phoebe, tail flicking primly behind it.
--FIN(n)
But he was at a brothel. She was sure he could find someone to scratch that itch for him without a problem.
The Nightingale smiled at him warmly as she straightened, glad he had accepted the medicinal teas without a fuss. "You're very welcome. If you ever need anything else for the hangovers just let me know. I'm happy to help. You have a good rest of the season too, Thomas." she said before turning to leave.
When she was almost out of sight, a rather obnoxiously furry grey seer cat decked out in a pink and peach bow tie came meandering through. It stopped and stared at the man with wide orange eyes, its gaze unnervingly steady. "I'd sneak back to the cliffssssspying glass. A storm is coming and here it does not brrrrrrreak." The cat said in its gravelly voice before setting off after Phoebe, tail flicking primly behind it.
--FIN(n)
Phoebe
