dancing after death

phoebe Sleep and I shall soothe you, calm you, and annoint you Phoebe was a bit surprised as he pulled his hand back away. She glanced back at him, honeyed eyes wide and eyebrows raised, lips ever so slightly apart in a pursed 'o' shape. What was this about? Usually sleeping was the number one thing someone with a hangover wanted to do. She nodded slightly, clasping her hands in front of her to confirm the time. "I know you don't need to. But you can, so why not?" she said. Unlike the first time he had gotten short with her, the midwife remained where she was. She didn't flinch. She didn't shrink away. "I'm here to help you." Phoebe said simply, voice soft.