dancing after death

phoebe Sleep and I shall soothe you, calm you, and annoint you Phoebe bit her lip, the quip I know I'm right dangerously close to parting them. But she just barely retained control, looking at his arm in her way, then up at his steely gaze with displeasure as he apologized. At first she didn't speak, letting him sit with the discomfort of knowing he was in the wrong and not knowing if he could fix it. But apologies weren't his usual response when he got into a vicious roll like that so she was willing to grant him solace after only a few seconds of suffering. "Apology accepted. Now, will you let me help, or not?" she asked, voice slightly softer.