the heart that loves me the same

Phoebe

The Nightingale

Oh! Her irritation subsided almost immediately as he explained. Apparently it reminded him of stories from his world, where princesses and unicorns were friends. "You're lucky you had a good excuse or else I might've decided to see how stabby my horn could be." she said with a huff, her grin revealing the threat to be in jest.

She held his weight just long enough to tilt him back towards a chair he could plop into, surprising herself with how easy it actually was. She could definitely feel his weight, but it surely hadn't been as difficult as she had imagined it might be! "Well then you just make yourself comfortable and I will finish up the stew." she said, turning back to her work on the stove.

It wouldn't take too long before Harper had warm bread with butter, hot stew, and an ale set before him, Phoebe having long since perfected quick versions of each recipe. His world might've been more advanced, but her world had prepared her for taking care of a large family and a man with a big appetite - call it backwards or old fashioned but it was working in his favor today!

Only once he had had his fill did she dare ask. "There, feeling less woozy?"

love is the flower you've got to let grow