[SEASONAL EVENT] A Palmer for Long Night

Emmett would find Phoebe awake, but definitely far from at ease. She really had been shaken up by what she had heard in the woods, but had confidence in Safrin’s words. The Palmer house was a good place for her to be. The prolonged darkness, where there was really no sense of time, and the boarded up windows and doors smeared with whatever concoction his mother though warded off monsters, didn’t help matters. It felt unnatural and bothered her deeply, like she was trapped in a cave. Instinctively she wanted to light a bunch of candles but knew that doing so would attract the very things the house had been fortified against. She could only pray that Safrin would watch over this home of Vi worshippers and see the fortifications hold. The midwife glanced over at Emmett with a little smile. ”That is very kind of you, thank you.” she said softly. She was sitting on the bed, having pulled out a book to read to try and forget about the unnerving things going on outside around them. ”I am alright I suppose. How are you?” Phoebe Be gentle to all and stern with yourself