bottom of the deep blue sea

Phoebe I know I am good at something, I just haven't found it yet ”Don’t apologize. You did more than I did.” she said with a bit of a shrug. She had called Frey, and landed two measly blows with the dagger he had given her. But everything else had fallen short. All her flailing had been useless. At least by being inside the creature, Jata had managed to damage it somewhat. She would have been better off at the festival, protecting the boys, ferrying them away from the wall that she was certain they had ventured near to investigate. Instead they had been crushed to death, alongside many others because she joined a fight she should never have gone near. Her head shook slowly at his question though. It was the question she hated most. What could he do? Nothing. He couldn’t raise them from the dead. He couldn’t turn back time so she could save them. There was no earthly or divine solace that could soothe this ache. They were both two mortals, subject to the whim of destiny, powerless to act against it. That hers was a sad one was neither here nor there. ”There is nothing to be done, Jata. It is what it is and only I can deal with it.” she said quietly. ”I appreciate your concern though.”