dancing after death

phoebe Sleep and I shall soothe you, calm you, and annoint you He would find no resistance in pulling her to him. It was natural, comfortable, familiar. Her face found its usual place in the crook of his neck, her form snug to his side and arms wrapping around him as if of their own will. ”I didn’t think I needed to ask but apparently I was wrong.” she said quietly, sniffling a bit as she tried to pull herself together, comforted by his embrace. She had dealt with this grief mostly alone, and it was perhaps because of that that she was so insistent on helping Jata as he mourned Lusea. ”No, you would be a good father. I know it.” she sad softly, confident in that. She wouldn’t argue about blaming it on the Voice, more than happy to blame most things on the goddess that had attacked them all with blight. But…”We were both reckless.” she said quietly, not letting him shoulder that blame alone.