and there she was, living, despite it all
Phoebe laughed lightly at his comment. "Sometimes it's quite funny - seeing big, strong, tough guys reduced to whiney, pitiful lumps. You seem to be handling it pretty though." she said with a grin. Generally the whiney, pitiful lumps were guests struggling to make there way out, and not the male prostitutes. But even those used to such long nights were not immune to the after effects of imbibing too much. "It's quite alright. I've been away myself. But it is good to meet you, Thomas." she said with a warm smile.
However, when he suddenly jerked away, she froze in place, honey eyes wide with surprise. Clearly whatever that was had been a surprise to her too. "I...I don't know? I put my hand on your forehead and you nearly jumped off the sofa." she said. The Nightingale's brows furrowed in concern. "I didn't hurt you, did I?" she asked. She had barely touched his head - if that had hurt something was really wrong!
However, when he suddenly jerked away, she froze in place, honey eyes wide with surprise. Clearly whatever that was had been a surprise to her too. "I...I don't know? I put my hand on your forehead and you nearly jumped off the sofa." she said. The Nightingale's brows furrowed in concern. "I didn't hurt you, did I?" she asked. She had barely touched his head - if that had hurt something was really wrong!
Phoebe
