[God Quest] growing hearts fixing hurts

Frey No refunds Lazily almost, Frey looks at the wounds on her skin. They aren't bad, objectively speaking. Others have endured worse with far greater zeal than Phoebe is currently showing, but that's just the thing about wounds. It isn't all about blood and torn skin. This sort of pain threshold is far harder to gauge, and though Phoebe is easily wounded, she is not weak. "Do you even want it healed?" Frey mused, kneeling down to inspect the burned skin properly. The pain would remain, in her soul at least. Glancing up at the midwife, the god merely shrugged. "Truthfully, it doesn't matter. Your lives all go to shit and then get better. There's nothing you can do to ease or hasten that process. I did hear once from the mind of a rather crazed outlander about a god buried in a statue. " At least Frey thought it was a statue. And a god. And buried? Well, it didn't matter. "The revelations of that god was that expectation is the root of all suffering. When things don't go your way it hurts, but only because you've made up these scenarios in your mind and then feel wounded when they don't pan out." They stood now, looking at Phoebe. "You expect your grand romance. You expect your silly marriage to last. You expect children not to die and friends to be kind. This fat god would say that is where your problems truly are. In that expectation." Thoughtfully, Frey shrugged. "I rather like it actually.  Though expectation can certainly lead to quite tantalyzing results, so I'd not do away with it completely." They grinned at that.