dancing after death

phoebe Sleep and I shall soothe you, calm you, and annoint you Phoebe wanted to focus. She really did. But now the mud was inching up her boots and she was just so tired of the stuff! "Well what did I do to deserve this stupid mud being everywhere I go!" she grouched suddenly, plopping on the floor so she could untie them and pull them off her feet. "Instead of making yourself sick with drinking you should just take it out on this stupid memory mud." she huffed, making her way to the door to shake the stuff off of her boots. Stupid mud being stupid everywhere all the stupid time! Irritated with the shoes she now dropped them by the door before she trudged back, able to focus on what Jata was saying now. Without asking she simply wrapped his arms around him in a hug. "And you'll move on too. Just like you did before. That's how life works." Phoebe said with a sigh. She had suffered heartbreak repeatedly, including at his hands, and had also lost one she loved to the realm of Mort. But it began to fade as each day passed. It got...well in her case not literally easier given how busy she was but easier in a sense.