REXANNA
in the right heaven-yellow light,
She glances to Phoebe as she helps to clean up, a grin forming on her face. “Always” She replies with a quiet laugh that slips from her lips. “It sounds wistful and lovely up until you look and they’re four times your age.” She crinkles her nose with the next laugh, a full bellied one that chimes. But her tone grows serious as Phoebe’s does, a small smile taking over her joyous, humorous grin. “One day.” She replies with a small wink and smile. As Rexanna offers to walk Phoebe home, and her midwife friend accepts, she smiles to her easily before glancing to the micro lens once more before her attention settles on Phoebe again. “I would love that, actually.” She admits, wistful with the idea that she could contribute to a huge problem they face. She wonders if she might have some insight, but keeps it for a later date.
“Alright, off we go.” She says with a quiet laugh, breathy, before she begins to head toward the door and opens it for Phoebe to pass through before they reach the streets.
anything could be holy enough
to save you
