Winter's Bite

phoebe Sleep and I shall soothe you, calm you, and annoint you Phoebe grinned and nodded at Isla’s words. ”That is the hope anyways. It is essential to our survival in a way.” If babies weren’t born and raised, eventually they would all die out. It was incredibly important that birth rates remain steady. In a new world like this, where there were plenty of dangers, a high birth rate would hopefully help sustain them long turn. Of course, reminding people of that usually fell on deaf ears she found. The young midwife wasn’t sure how to take Isla’s concern for her at first. Remi had shown concern for her, though usually in regards to her quest for Frey, but without really any family left and few friends, Phoebe hadn’t been worried about in…A long time. Long enough that she couldn’t rightly remember the last time someone worried about her openly. She bit her lip nervously and glanced at the floor. ”Well…I didn’t want to bother Remi about it, since I tend to bother him a lot…and I don’t really know anyone else well enough to ask.” At the offer to stay at the infirmary with her, she looked up in surprise. ”Would that really be alright? I can help you with the patients if you’d like as recompense?” She didn’t know as much about healing as Isla, certainly, but she knew some of the basics to at least be moderately helpful. ”I’d appreciate it.” she said with a smile. If Isla kept an ear out for someone with carpentry skills it certainly wouldn’t take too long to get the last of the tools she needed. ”Yes, Remi is very kind. He is really my only friend…which sounds awful when I say that.” she said with a light blush. ”I wish there was more I could do to help him. He has gone well out of his way for me more than once.”