heathen’s kiss

Phoebe sipped at her tea, though it was still pretty hot. But when she saw he was prepping his own cup she almost stood to help him. ”I’m sorry, I could’ve gotten you some before I sat down.” she said, feeling badly, even though he had been the one to tell her to sit down. Her brown eyes followed him as he sat across from her, holding her cup in both hands, enjoying the warmth of it. She blushed a little at his question, shrugging a bit. ”Both. I asked a few people who directed me in the general direction and then I just sort of wandered.” she admitted. ”I was going to have Pim sniff you out but he was being a pain about it…and now I know why.” she huffed, giving the dragon a little glare. Sneaky, selfish snot of a dragon she had. Phoebe Be gentle to all and stern with yourself