Phoebe
Phoebe's expression sobered as Amalia began and others piped up their support or agreement. As the youngest demigoddess amongst the group she wasn't sure how much she could help. Finding the relics sounded dangerous, and though she could heal, doing so in the middle of a battle given the side effects seemed unwise. "I have been given a very specific task from Frey." she said softly. "But I will do what I can to help, if there is a used for me." she offered. It was the best she could do. Having such little time to get her garden of children arranged would take much of her time she thought.
Honeyed gaze turned to the woman she didn't know, eyes widening as she mentioned her alignment. But then she smiled. Another helper of Frey? How exciting! "My name is Phoebe. I'm a midwife and former brothel madame. I came to know and help Frey within the Hollowed Grounds." she said.
Honeyed gaze turned to the woman she didn't know, eyes widening as she mentioned her alignment. But then she smiled. Another helper of Frey? How exciting! "My name is Phoebe. I'm a midwife and former brothel madame. I came to know and help Frey within the Hollowed Grounds." she said.
don't distract her
she's evolving
she's evolving
