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Frey simply let the midwife stew in her own juices, watching the thoughts as they bunched and constricted in her mind, both seeing and feeling how the girl clenched in response. Sure, Frey could make it go all away, but why? It would only render all this pain for nothing. "Now seems to be as good a time as any, pumpkin. Start over as many times as you like, there's no limit on it." They said, slowing pulling back and forcing Phoebe to sit up. Much as she might  want the deity's continued presence, she needed to start dealing with things on her own. "Your emotions are strong. It's why they're your biggest strength and weakness. But don't fret. Yes you need to figure your shit out, but its fine that you haven't yet, just so long as you keep putting one foot in front of the other instead of moving backwards." Frey