[God Quest] growing hearts fixing hurts

"That you can, honeysuckle. It isn't a claim that many can make." Frey was not, as many had seen, an overly sentimental or caring being. They had their ways of navigating this world, sculpted by their purpose and then further moulded by their own whims. But Phoebe had proven herself time and time again to be interesting. To be close enough to cliche to be predictable, which made her surprising outbursts all the more satisfying for the god to watch play out. Letting the midwife cry out as long as she wanted, Frey's fingers combed through her hair but they made no effort to dry her eyes or halt her grief. It was a necessary thing, and Frey was happy enough to provide Phoebe a safe space in which to let all her vulnerabilities show. "If you need another meltdown, you know where to find me. And if anyone calls you out on it, you send them my way." Frey said with a salacious smile. They were more than happy of reminding the little mortal-rabbits just how human they were.