PHOEBE
I don't know what happened, I found her like this at the Spire." Uh-huh. Likely story.But Phoebe didn't comment on it. Not yet anyways. "This I know how to treat. She is in good hands." she said to Bastien in a calm, almost soothing sort of tone. The midwife ushered them into her clinic, directing Bastien to carry her to one of the little back private rooms with a bed and chair. While he did that, she collected a few herbal remedies she kept on hand for combatting blood loss and pain, as well as some antiseptic salves, rags, and bandages. When she returned to the room, her arms were seemingly laden with supplies. Carefully she laid them out before turning back to Bastien.
"I am going to need your help. Go put the pot of water on the stove and bring me a fresh bucket of fresh water from the well outside." she said. Her tone was calm but firm, not in a position to take no for an answer or get into an argument with him. Even as she spoke she was busy, propping Rex's legs up with pillows to keep them above her heart, covering her limbs with blankets to ward of the chill of shock - there was no reason to assume Phoebe didn't need the added hands.
Only once he left did Phoebe look more closely at the would, frowning as she dipped a rag in a antiseptic solution to dab the wound clean. "Rex, be honest with me, did Bastien do this to you? If he did, I will make sure you stay safe." she said to her friend in a hushed tone, concern writ on her brow. She had seen many a woman come in injured by their husbands, and frankly she didn't put it past Bastien to hurt her yet, so she had to be sure. Rexanna could trust her to be discrete in this situation though. Phoebe had her professional face on, not her personal one.
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
