Curiosity killed the Outlander

Phoebe When you need some shelter from the rain, when you need a healer for your pain, I will be there time and time again Phoebe tilted her head to the side almost comically, a slightly confused look of aw crossing her features. "Was there not magic in the world you came from?" she asked, genuinely intrigued. Magic had been such a big deal growing up she had never even considered a world with out it. But his defense was very weak regarding the logic of all this if he was going rest his case on having never heard of Northaven or Caido. "I've never heard of Oxford. And I hadn't heard of Caido before coming here either." she said gently. Then the midwife fell silent. He was processing, trying to reason with her as if she somehow controlled his fate. If only she did, she would not see him suffer as he would inevitably. They all had. Some adjusted with greater ease than others, but they all had lost in some way. They all grieved. "I do wish to go home. I've lost all of my family in this. But...this seems an unfortunately irreversible circumstance. I'm sorry, Jeremy." she said, sincerely sorry for him. It wasn't pity, but empathy. "You can stay here until you get on your feet, if you wish." she offered. Maybe that would take some burden off of his shoulders.