PHOEBE
Phoebe couldn't help the small blush at Frey's playful chastizing. Of course Frey would think not having sex partners was worse than the potential end of the world. But he did have a point. She was a little starved for physical attention. Maybe she ought to visit Jata's brothel again...The thought alone made her face turn bright red.
"Would you pretty please help me make my defensive abilities stronger? Maybe last longer?: she asked in as sugary a tone as she could muster, her own Cheshire grin on her lips. Her eyes turned to Jata though as he conversed with Frey. She didn't know much about how the refuge worked, so she stayed silent on it, hoping to absorb some information.
I look up to the little bird
The flies across the sky
And I, I wish that I could be that bird
And fly away from here
The flies across the sky
And I, I wish that I could be that bird
And fly away from here
