Better to Ask Forgiveness

Phoebe was already a pretty pale person to begin with, but she grew more so as Emmett explained. ”You…you were hunting a Banshee!?” she said in complete shock. For a moment she couldn’t form words. It was one thing for Ronin to go out hunting a monster. He was a trained military man – and Remi had fought the Spire Demon so a Banshee was probably smooth sailing compared to that. But as far as she knew, Emmett was a completely different thing, having no real combat training or experience to speak of. ”Why in the name of Frey were you off hunting a Banshee with them?” she said, her chiding tone clearly coming from a place of heartfelt concern. ”Do you know how to fight like that?” she asked, brows furrowing. She figured Emmett knew how to throw a punch or two, but fighting a monster was not in the same arena as a fist-fight. By then they had reached the clinic and she quickly ushered him in and up the stairs where she lived above the main clinic. Quickly she lit her fireplace then filled the tub halfway with cold water, setting a few teapots on the stove to boil water to fill it the rest of the way so he could have a warm bath. His comment about Remi made her frown. ”What do you mean about Remi’s opinions of you?” she asked. Phoebe I'll be your shoulder when you cry