Oh sing sweet Nightingale, sing sweet...
Phoebe smiled a bit, serene and calm, at Amalia's stammered question. But she shrugged as well, clearly unconcerned with the potential implications. "I have faith in Frey's wisdom and trust in their affection for me, so I am not worried about being ready. If it happens, I will be ready." she said, completely confident in her words. "As it stands, I'm not wholly convinced Frey has that in their plans." she added.The Nightingale listened to her explanation in silence, nodding here and there. "I suspect this Stormbreak is in mountains somewhere. Branbast called Cian a 'cragling'. And Frey said that this group call themselves the Order, and they are the people from which the Voice originated." she said, trying to add what information she could. "Frey also mentioned they will use whatever means necessary to accomplish their goal. Torture, bribery, what-have-you." she said, sighing a bit.
But with regained resolve as she focused on Frey's words and the implications, she looked back up at Amalia, steel in her honeybrown gaze. "I've no qualms if anyone wants to help them, but I don't want our own disorganization or lack of communication giving them and advantage to manipulate us. I was hoping we could perhaps all convene at the brothel to discuss it. The walls are soundproof, thanks to Frey."
...high above me
The Nightingale
