PHOEBE
"Really? How?" she said in surprise. Though, now that she looked at his eyes, he did seem to be tracking movement better than before. Once the pestle was filled she carefully applied the numbing cream to the wound. But the revelation of who this came from made her freeze, and she looked up at him with wide-eyed concern. "Why?" she said in almost a whisper, as if the Queen herself might hear them.She tilted her head to the side and smiled a little. "Well, thank you. What do I look like that is so different?" she asked. Her expression fell through as he mentioned Emmett. Her eyes dropped to his chest, focusing on her work. "I see. So he hasn't managed to get himself hung for treason yet." she said voice tight with emotion. "I am sure he told you how cowardly I am and how I cannot be trusted with children?" she said, lips pursing.
Cause getting your dreams
It's strange, but it seems
A little - well - complicated
There's a kind of a sort of : cost
There's a couple of things get: lost
There are bridges you cross
You didn't know you crossed
Until you've crossed
And if that joy, that thrill
Doesn't thrill you like you think it will
Still, why am I not happier?
It's strange, but it seems
A little - well - complicated
There's a kind of a sort of : cost
There's a couple of things get: lost
There are bridges you cross
You didn't know you crossed
Until you've crossed
And if that joy, that thrill
Doesn't thrill you like you think it will
Still, why am I not happier?
