PHOEBE
Phoebe watched as he drank the tonic, glad she didn't have to argue with him. The concoction was a fairly common one from her childhood. So many in Northaven suffered war shock, most having never known the world without war after all. The tea she made for it was better for daily use to keep one from suffering its symptoms. But the tonic was for emergencies like this, its properties allowing those that consumed it to feel a sense of calm, clearing their mind of the shock so they could focus. There were other methods she knew to help whole the tonic took effect.
"Now, look around. I want you to point out five things you can see, four things you could touch, three things you could smell, two things you could hear, and one thing you could taste." she said as she sat back down. The exercise was one to reground the person in reality, the here and now, rather than the stressors that were triggering the panic.
"Now, look around. I want you to point out five things you can see, four things you could touch, three things you could smell, two things you could hear, and one thing you could taste." she said as she sat back down. The exercise was one to reground the person in reality, the here and now, rather than the stressors that were triggering the panic.
When dark creeps in and eats the light
Bury your fears on sorry night
For in the winter's darkest hours
Comes the feasting of the Vours
No one can see it, the life they stole
Your body's here but not your soul
