dancing after death

phoebe Sleep and I shall soothe you, calm you, and annoint you "I rarely do things that I should. Just ask Frey." Phoebe said with a small smile, undeterred by his words. Why should she be? He was hurting, and when he hurt he pushed away. It was simply his nature, and no more than a grown man's version of a temper tantrum. She dealt enough with those to know how to handle them certainly. As he turned away though, she sighed, shaking her head. For all that he had pointed out how young she was, sometimes his behavior made her think he was lying about his age. Quietly she walked up behind him, placing a hand on his shoulder once she was close enough. "You say that like I'm hurting." she pointed out, a small smile still on her lips, even though he could not see it. "You aren't hurting me. I wish you weren't hurting. I wish you were happy. I want to help you feel better, whatever form that takes. Perhaps, instead of telling me what I should and shouldn't do for my own benefit, you should trust that I know what I'm doing. I'm not as weak as I used to be." she said quietly.