heartbeat on a high line

Phoebe Steadman I've dropped out, burned up Fought my way back from the dead Oh. Phoebe had never asked what Ludo's purpose with Remi was - it wasn't really her place to either. That was between him and the herald. It was about as personal as his underwear size she thought. But given the domain of the raggedy god, she could surmise at least in part what his duties might entail. She averted her gaze to give him a bit of privacy as he undressed and wrapped himself in a towel while she procured another. Phoebe draped it over his shoulders as he sat at her kitchen table. "Are you alright?" she asked. Physically he was, but such tasks had a mental and emotional toll as well. Gently she used the towel to pat dry his hair, stepping away then to make him some tea. That at least would help to warm him and calm his nerves. While the kettle worked it's way to a boil, she brought him a small plate of various confections.