PHOEBE
Phoebe sighed, clearly irritated and near her wits end. This man was absolutely relentless. ”I am packing up all of the medical supplies and taking them to my clinic where I can keep a closer eye on them. I don’t want them falling into the wrong hands with Deepfrost so close.” she said with a huff, continuing her work since he clearly wasn’t going to leave any time soon. As far as the who had the wrong hands? The Ascended. Like Wessex, clearly. They were just as likely to taint the medical supplies as anything else.”I am not sick, I am dying, just like everyone else with the blight. she said tersely, carefully organizing the various bottles of medicines into a trunk. ”And I highly doubt there is anything you can do. I’ve been studying this for months to no avail. Even the gods can’t figure it out fully. The only one who knows is the Voice, and she only cares about her Ascended who think themselves not at fault I am sure. At any rate they are more interested in preserving their supposed innocence than trying to help save the forest or the people.” Hence her accusations towards Wessex at the meeting. She had lost trust in them through her research, through realizing just how similar the blight was to Ascended fluid, to too many things being “coincidental” for it to actually be coincidence.
Looks like a fish, smells like a fish, probably a fish.
But then for whatever reason, he took off his shirt. She paused, blinking at him. A scared form was not unusual to her – no one who lived through a war was unaccustomed to it so she thought nothing of it frankly. ”Why are you disrobing?” she huffed at him. ”Is this your way of saying you need a sandwich because the answer is clearly.”
I can hold the weight of worlds
if that's what you need
be your everything
