[SEASONAL EVENT] A Palmer for Long Night

She smiled with a little laugh at the image of Safrin just showing up at his doorstep to have tea. ”That isn’t quite how it works.” she said with a grin. ”But maybe you should pray to her and Vi both. It certainly wouldn’t hurt.” she suggested. They prayed to Vi because he was the god of life, to help their plants grow. But Safrin was also involved in matters of life and certainly her aid would be equally useful to them. ”I absolutely did not tell them that, Bee.” She was a bit taken aback by how…forceful and adamant he was about that. Phoebe bit her lip and glanced down at the blankets that covered her legs. ”Oh…” she said softly, feeling a bit…hurt actually. Really hurt actually. So all those thoughts she had really were nonsense…of course she had told herself that repeatedly but she still hoped that she was wrong. But then he started to…re-explain himself? Big brown eyes glanced up at him, a small frown still curving her lips, the hint of hurt and sadness still clear in her eyes. Why was he trying to explain himself? Of course, she would never get to hear his explanation in full. Long Night wasn’t really concerned with her budding romantic thoughts and the emotional turmoil it was causing her. Maybe it was uncouth. Maybe it was stupid. Maybe anyone that happened to walk in would get ideas. But frankly, in that moment, Phoebe could not have cared less. She pressed against his side, turning her face away from the window in an effort to hide, closed eyes pressed into the hollow between his shoulder neck. Don’t be scared? She was safe here? Safrin had seemed sure that his home was a good place to be, but it didn’t stop the noises outside from terrifying her. ”I hope you’re right.” she whispered against his chest, feeling tense and worrisome… though the way he held her did help a bit. A lot. Very much a lot. Phoebe Be gentle to all and stern with yourself