clean eyes

Rexanna entering the clinic was like a gust of pure happiness and joy rushing in. It was in such contrast to how she currently felt it was quite literally shocking to her system. She stared wide eyed as the older woman waltzed in without so much as a care in the world. And...was she prettier? Did she have makeup on? Something about her was different but she couldn't place her finger on it, watching in some awe as the water on her person just seemed to slide off, her hair even miraculously dry. "Ah..." she stuttered as Rexanna rushed on, closing the door. How had she been? Had...anyone asked her that? Remi had during Long Night. But no one since. Not even Emmett. Emmett... She swallowed a hard lump in her throat, but the change in her expression must've indicated her inner turmoil because Rex pointed it out. And she asked and said just the right things too apparently, because she frowned, eyes tearing up. With lips pressed tightly together, Phoebe shook her head, her hair flipping around her shoulders. "N-no its okay I-I'm really glad you're here." she said, something between a quiet sob and light laugh breaking past her lips. "What's you're news?" Phoebe I'll be your shoulder when you cry