[SEASONAL EVENT] A Palmer for Long Night

Phoebe glanced back at him with a slight frown. Somewhere else? Well, he did arguably know the landscape better than her, and if there was somewhere closer that they could be that was safe, all the better. ”Alright. You need to focus and lead then.” she said, voice still stern, squeezing his hand to try and keep his attention. He couldn’t fall to pieces now. Not yet. Not until they were somewhere safe. Phoebe would follow the direction he was walking though, only setting the very fast pace they moved at. At his words about the goddess she actually glared at him, tugging on his hand to force him to pay attention. ”Don’t talk that sort of nonsense.” she chided. Safrin already helped some, sending the fish to her after all. ”You must keep your faith, Emmett. Without it, things will only get worse. You and Chris and Milly were kept safe for a reason. Don’t waste it on bitterness. ” she said, remembering what Safrin had told her. Spread word of her and the other two, denounce the lies spread by the Voice. If Emmett let himself wallow in his misery, the Voice’s words might ultimately sound like music. And Safrin had approved of the Palmers, she had thought it a safe place to be. Something had gone wrong, something the Goddess could not stop for one reason or another – Phoebe wasn’t sure what the rules were on interfering in the lives of mortals. "She might help if you pray for it. If you don't she definitely won't." Wasn't the possibility that she might help worth it? To have hope? That was all any of them had in that moment. Phoebe Be gentle to all and stern with yourself