dancing after death

phoebe Sleep and I shall soothe you, calm you, and annoint you ”VlamVloed…what does that mean?” she asked quietly, managing to say the word correctly from what she remembered of the language. He had taught her enough words for her to get a hang of pronunciation at least. His hand on her cheek surprised her though, and she glanced at him curiously. It was tender, intimate – something she certainly didn’t expect him to do given their history and his mourning of Lusea. But when he followed it up it came together, and her eyes looked down again. Even in a room with more light he likely wouldn’t be able to make out much on her expression, but she was definitely not happy or content. And knowing her wants out of life, it wouldn’t be hard to infer her sorrow. ”Yes….but I am sure you aren’t as sad about it as I am.” she added quietly – not in a disapproving way but simply stating fact. Sunjata didn’t want children, at least no time soon, so his mourning of the child they’d almost had was likely not as keenly felt as it was for her. At least, that was her assumption anyways. ”It is definitely suitable to be what you want it to be, I’ll give you that.” she said with a small smile. ”But you ought to make these rooms a little more homey before you open up.” she suggested.