a word that i can't forget.

Phoebe, like most people at that time of night, was dead asleep, curled up in her bed with Pim. Midwife and dragon slept soundly under the blankets, but when the little bell jingled, both awoke with a start. The blonde yawned in unison with the pink dragonling, and was on her feet in a second. She was a light sleeper and easy riser given her profession. Hearing her name called made her move a little more quickly, a groggy Pim at her heels. ”I’m coming!” she called down as she slipped on her shoes. Fortunately she had no need to change, her sleeping dresses being comfortable day dresses. She hurried down the stairs, thick blonde braid draped over her shoulder, holding a candle in its holder so she could see. It took her a moment to recognize the woman, but her mind – now catching up with her body – landed on her soon enough. One of the people who fought alongside Roana at the Spire – Ashetta. ”Hello Ashetta.” she said, her voice gentle and soothing, her presence exuding calm. ”Whatever is the matter?” she asked, glancing around to see if there were others. Was someone suddenly in labor? Was someone hurt? Ashetta herself seemed fine enough. Phoebe I'll be your shoulder when you cry