Nesting

The Nightingale's throat leapt to her throat in a thunderous roar, hands rising to the sides of her head as she stumbled to the side with a short shriek of alarm. Frozen in place, wide eyes fixed on Remi, she gasped for air to prepare her body to run should the startling voice in her head return. "That wasn't nice!" she huffed, heart beat finally beginning to slow. She could have used a warning at least! Skin still crawling, ready to bolt at the slightest unexpected sound, she returned to his side. For a moment her mind was distracted by his advice. It was about as straightforward as anything Frey set before her - directly ambiguous. She would have tried then, but Remi moved on. "Thank you. Hopefully I'll be able to keep up with you all soon." she grinned. It fell as soon as Remi's own smile faltered though. "Of course. Anything." she agreed quickly, reaching out to squeeze his hand. "What's happened?" Phoebe Be gentle to all and stern with yourself