our sins are washed away
At Phoebe's blank look, Saiden grinned. "Saiden Hali. Remember? Ye came to talk to me about Sear Cats." At the voice that rang out, the cook looked around, though as the cat appeared the Hali snorted. "Guess ye did." He held out a hand to scratch Branbrast between the ears. Nodding at the Madame, Saiden arched an eyebrow. "Branbrast? Is that yer name?"
As the cat continued speaking, the cook frowned. "What?" He turned to Phoebe, mouth open for a quip. However, as she toppled from her chair, he sprang into action. Although he wasn't quick enough to actually catch her, he was by her side in an instant, easing her into his lap. "Whoa there. Everything alright?"
As the cat continued speaking, the cook frowned. "What?" He turned to Phoebe, mouth open for a quip. However, as she toppled from her chair, he sprang into action. Although he wasn't quick enough to actually catch her, he was by her side in an instant, easing her into his lap. "Whoa there. Everything alright?"
