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The deity would appear before Phoebe in the midst of an indulgent stretch, their back to her. With a loud and long yawn, Frey wiggled their fingertips above their head, and their toes in the snow before turning to regard the midwife with a warm smile. It would be the first time she'd looked up their face in a while, and though before the lines of weariness were practically tangible in their voice and their mannerisms, now Frey appeared to be back to their old tricks. "I could feel your thoughts the whole time, honeybunch." Frey said with a grin flush with heat. Reaching forward to pull at a lock of Phoebe's hair, they shrugged and added: "When your thoughts were your own, anyways." Glancing towards Pim, the god offered the dragongling a sultry wink as a fresh heart appeared in their hands. "And you did a wonderful job of keeping her safe. " Frey said with an approving hum, tossing the heart towards the dragon. Frey