PHOEBE
As Harper's tale unfolded, the Nightingale's expression fell into a sympathetic frown. A sickness driving him to a wandering madness... in a past lifetime she may have commented on how convenient an excuse that was. But such diseases were common enough in Caido that she herself had suffered from them on two separate occasions. "And you're... you're okay now?" she said, her ire and hurt quickly replaced with concern.
But of course, when he had awoken from his hallucinations, she had been gone as well. He deserved answers as much as she did... though she worried hers might be far more troublesome to him. "Frey took me." she said quietly, not wishing to be overheard. Phoebe watched him, hoping to see him recall the conversation they'd had, the worries of what would happen if Cian's predictions came to pass. They had decided to cross the bridge when they reached it.
Well now here they were, reunited at the entrance to the bridge.
But of course, when he had awoken from his hallucinations, she had been gone as well. He deserved answers as much as she did... though she worried hers might be far more troublesome to him. "Frey took me." she said quietly, not wishing to be overheard. Phoebe watched him, hoping to see him recall the conversation they'd had, the worries of what would happen if Cian's predictions came to pass. They had decided to cross the bridge when they reached it.
Well now here they were, reunited at the entrance to the bridge.
You thought you'd watch me fade away
When you broke me into pieces
But I gave I gave each piece a name
