[Mini Event] building bridges

Phoebe went stock still as a formidable Fae woman (which really was saying something since she towered over all the Fae) stepped forward and snapped at her. She was clearly taken aback, eyes wide, lips slightly parted. ’Oh Frey give me strength…’ she repeated in her mind, swallowing a lump in her throat. She would not cry. She would be strong. The blonde let out a low, slow breath to calm herself, willing a warm smile to her face as she looked upon Delah, despite her inner turmoil. ”My apologies, I didn’t mean to offend.” she said calmly, but her tone rang with sincerity. ”I do not know how you are born, nor do I presume to know more than you and your healers. I’ve only mentioned what I’ve to offer to trade, and my credentials, but I would cherish the opportunity to speak to your healers and learn from them. I am certain there is much we could share and learn from each other.” she said, hoping to keep some semblance of peace between them. Phoebe fell silent when the woman addressed Ianto though, feeling that perhaps she was inadequate in this setting. Phoebe In a gentle way, you can shake the world