[SEASONAL EVENT] A Palmer for Long Night

Emmett Plow the land with the horn of a lamb. Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Then sow some seeds from north of the dam. Then she'll be a true love of mine Emmett pushed open the door and came to sit on the edge of Phoebe's bed, handing her the cup of tea. He found himself smiling at her, the way she looked so comfy and sweet with bedhead and sheets tucked around her. It was cosy, homely; as if she belonged in his home and his life. "I'm fine, I'm fine. I'm used t'this." He said with a shrug. Honestly, he was having a pretty good time. His crush friend was here and his family, the LongNight games were in effect and he'd had a break from work on the farm. It was clear Phoebe was less alright, the distress on her face visible even under the persona she was trying to project. But he didn't want to call attention to that though, worried she might be conscious of it. Politely, he looked down at her book. "How're y'finding that? What's it on?"