you are a fairytale

BASTIEN i am the remedy to your heart, Bastien had always considered Phoebe a child, immature and unsuited for the post she inhabited, but when she spoke in the authoritative and calming tone to him he finally understood, saw her expertise. Without question he took the pot to the stove then left the clinic to go to the well, hurrying on desperate feet. He knew he would be suspected. Hell, if this were a detective play he would pin himself up as the first culprit; the wounds on Rexanna's neck were obviously a bite and he had the teeth to do it. But he hoped Rexanna would be able to say with confidence that he would not do such a thing to her, wouldn't, couldn't. With the bucket filled to brimming with water from the well he came back after a few minutes, pushing open the door with his shoulder. "I have the water. Is there anything else you need?" His voice carried none of the condescension it had before when he had spoken to Phoebe, was earnest and true. Quickly he hurried back to Rexanna's bedside, placed the bucket down and pressed his knuckles to his mouth as he looked down at her with furrowed brows. I am the carbon collected. I am the printed upon your stars.