PHOEBE
As promised, Phoebe retreated to the kitchen, and prepared a simple meal for dinner. Soup and fresh bread she had baked with Jax earlier in the day. She sat and ate a piece of the bread herself but it was all she could stomach, her appetite basically gone since contracting the blight. If she was being honest, she could see it negatively affecting her already in the way her dresses seemed looser than they were before - not a lot but noticeable to her. She just notched her belts a bit tighter and pretended it wasn't an issue.But as the night wore on she began to worry. He had been out there a long time. When she nearly fell asleep on the couch, she made herself rise and reheat his soup, before heading out to the back to check on him. The heat inside the shed hit her abruptly, in stark contrast with the cool night. Honeyed eyes blinked in surprise to see him still beating on the poor bag of fluff. In silence she leaned against the door frame, waiting, watching. She thought she caught the hint of words but she couldn't make it out- likely in his own language she supposed.
But eventually he stilled and she waited in silence still, waiting until his breath began to steady. "Feel better?" she asked softly at length.
I can hold the weight of worlds
if that's what you need
be your everything
