[Seasonal Event] What Must Be Done

Things had been...strained, from Phoebe's perspective, since Long Night. Emmett might not think so but everything that happened and the events that followed...it was hard for her to cope with. It had started out so quickly but blissfully, her blooming romance with Emmett, but in his recovery and grief she felt very much neglected. Which only made her feel guilty because she understood exactly why Emmett had been the way he was. His whole family was gone. Everything he knew was destroyed. He had been on death's door with injuries, pulled back from Mort's threshold by sheer luck alone. She was hardly a concern in comparison to all of that. Yet she felt guilty for wishing he could muster even the smallest bit of concern for her. Instead, Phoebe quietly and diligently worked to help get him back on his feet. She let him and his siblings stay at her clinic, since the Palmer house was basically uninhabitable. She cooked them meals, she treated Chris and Milly like her own family, cleaned up after them, washed their clothes - and all for a few quiet thank yous and small smiles here and there. No kisses. No cuddles. No...anything. Their first time had been everything she had thought it should be, and yet the passion she had been seeking, the passion she was supposed to find per Frey's quest, had been completely washed away by the destruction of Long Night. It hurt, but she hid it, caught between wanting more and not wanting to be a burden. Phoebe glanced at him and shook her head. "No you didn't. What's your shift?" she asked, surprised but not put off by this realization. Her mother and brother had been shifters after all. That he was as well didn't bother her in the least. Phoebe In a gentle way, you can shake the world