PHOEBE
As he set the satchel aside her expression fell, looking genuinely hurt as he refused the medicine. Her lips pressed together and she clasped her hands in front of her. ”I see. You’re welcome” she said softly, not really sure what to do or say in the wake of his refusal. Though it shouldn’t be that much of a shock. Refusal, rejection, and failure were becoming the symphonic background music to the tale of her days. She lifted her hands to take his dishes, shaking her head a bit. ”It is quite alright. I can wash them.” she said quietly, hoping he would at least let her do this.I can hold the weight of worlds
if that's what you need
be your everything
