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"Your eyes get all leaky and you entirely come undone because a boy doesn't look at you the way you want. What are you going to do when it's your own flesh and blood screaming they hate you, because you won't let them eat dirt?" If Phoebe thought love was hard, just wait until she tried being a parent. Oh, the deity had no doubt the midwife was well-suited for it and would do it well, but it was one of the most thankless things she'd ever come up against and given how fragile her sense of self was currently and how much she needed external validation, no, Frey didn't think she was ready. Raising a brow, the deity nodded. "Mmhmmm. The blight killed it off right quick, but you didn't know that and and let that boy fuck you just the same." Frey said with a pointed stare. Frey