PHOEBE
Don't ever mistake my kindness
Phoebe grinned at her friend. ”It was actually very soothing and peaceful. I don’t think I could have mustered up the energy to be scared by it.” she said with a light laugh. ”Plus Frey was right there the whole time. I wouldn’t be afraid of anything with them by my side.” she admitted. She didn’t think Frey would intervene in most things, but she also didn’t think the god would let her be grievously hurt in their presence either. They were friends after all.The blonde considered for a minute. What else could they look at? She had looked at a great many things by now…”Oh! I know!” she said. The young midwife turned Dean hurried to a supply closet and produced a little plate and a small needle. ”Alright, don’t get squeamish now, but this looks very neat under the microlens.” she said, before pricking her finger the tiniest bit, squeezing but a few droplets of blood onto the plate. Keeping pressure on the hardly noticeable prick on her finger with her thumb, Phoebe placed the plate under the microlens.
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