[SEASONAL EVENT] Prepping the Clinic

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 ”It’s still in one piece so that’s good.” Phoebe said with a smile. It was as fine as any already dead and slowly dying plant could be after being dropped on the floor. Eventually she would have to decide if she wanted to press it or hand it to preserve it if she wanted to keep it. Which she did. It was a gift after all! Phoebe took the shirt, still not having fully comprehended what she had told him to do, and what it all entailed. She was still in fix the problem mode. But as the flourish of fabric found its way into her hands, and well-toned and muscled male torso was rather unceremoniously put on display in front of her, she suddenly realized what she had asked. Her cheeks turned bright red as she tried very hard not to stare and admire how handsome he was. She was used to seeing big burly fellows shirtless – you bet Brahm had taken his shirt off any chance he could to impress the ladies so she was a bit numb to the allure of that – but Emmett was built much more leanly than that. It was different and…well frankly more attractive. It didn’t seem like she would be crushed by him if they…okay brain new line of thought please! Neither time nor place! ”Uh, here, you can dry off with this.” she said, handing him a towel. She quickly spun around and headed to the back of the clinic where her little stove was with a kettle of water on – she always had hot water ready – and plopped the shirt into small bucket so she could soak it for a minute. ”I’m sure, but if you go back home with stains all over your shirt your mother will think you came all this way to help a slob!” she joked, with a light laugh. Wait…why did she care what his mother thought of her? She blushed, even as she convinced herself internally that she cared what most people thought of her. After a minute or so of soaking in the water she added some soap and carefully scrubbed the dirt out of it, then rinsed it and wrung it dry with deft hands. ”There!” she said as she walked over to the fireplace, flinking the shirt out a few times to get wrinkles out of it. ”It shouldn’t take too long to dry.” she said, draping the shirt over a chair so it could do so.