Wishy-Washy Fool

Phoebe Steadman I've dropped out, burned up Fought my way back from the dead Phoebe was busy - which was just as she liked it. Not enough time to think to deeply on this or worry too much over things she couldn't change. With the brothel up and running, she was needed nearly 24/7. Whether it was cooking or cleaning or healing or making medicines or actually running the business itself - for the first time in a long time she felt content. She was needed, and really that was more than enough. Elias and his attempt at some pursuit were long in her past, despite its recency. Before she might've brooded over it endlessly, but now her energy had to be focused elsewhere. So as she came up upon the Miana Pool, a small bag of collected bulbs for her garden in the coming season in her hands, she didn't think much about the awkwardness of suddenly finding him there as well. "Leave your stall to a child and a thief again?" she said teasingly as she approached.