dancing after death

phoebe Sleep and I shall soothe you, calm you, and annoint you Phoebe would have chided him about not eating the food but got distracted when she felt something moving over her feet. She expected to see a mouse, but instead saw that stupid memory mud, clinging to her boots. With an irritated huff, she tried to scrape it off with the heel of her other boot, but only succeeded in spreading it to her other shoe. "Stupid mud..." she mumbled in irritation. "Feeling worse doesn't make any of it better." she said, giving him a knowing look. It just made everything worse. Nothing could improve if you sat around feeling sorry for yourself and drinking until you were sick. But her expression changed as he continued to speak, brows furrowing. A small gasp escaped her lips and she covered her slightly ajar mouth with a hand. Lusea... had died?? "Oh Jata...I'm so sorry." she said softly, earnestness in her voice.