PHOEBE
Phoebe was rather the epitome of one who conformed to traditional female roles. She kept a clean home and clinic, one that felt homey and comfortable. She cooked and clearly had a nurturing side. But she did have other pursuits, her practice as well as the medical college – she was busy and not one prone to laziness. Though as of late, this combination of traits seemed to have gone unnoticed.She smiled back at him, displaying her own manners as she waited to respond to him until her mouth wasn’t full of dinner. ”I try to be helpful. I was one of the first group of Outlanders that appeared here…and there really was next to nothing. It was hard…so I just want to do what I can to make it easier for other people.” she said with a soft smile. Phoebe was a kind hearted soul, not one who could stop herself from doing what she could to help others. The young blonde grinned as Jata dug into his meal with gusto, eating her much smaller portion with more reserve – but it was nice seeing her food appreciated. The compliment caught her off guard though, and she blushed in response. ”I can’t lie. I’m awful at it.” she admitted with a laugh.
”If you want seconds, let me know. But there is dessert too if you would like that as well.” she said, feeling very small as he stared at her. He had quite an intense gaze, one she wasn’t sure how to bear, and so blushing instead.
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?
