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REXANNA FOR A TIME IT SEEMED TO ME, THAT WE WERE STARLIGHT-TOUCHED. FAILING TO REALIZE THAT WE WERE STARCROSSED, As Phoebe spoke of Rexanna completing what it was that Frey had wanted her to, Rexanna modded though she couldn’t understand what it was. She had been under the impression it had to do with her acts and not her mind; but she had been wrong. She had been told the life advice from them and taken it to heart — instead of being self sacrificing with Bastien she had simply helped him in a way that didn’t ultimately revert to her. Told him what she thought and let him do it. Perhaps that was the lesson in and of itself, and hadn’t had anything to do with physical activities. She nodded to Phoebe with a small smile but shook her head at the makeup part. She hadn’t worn any since she lived in Asciend, somewhere around 7 years prior to coming to Caido. She didn’t miss it, if she was being honest. But she listened to her friend, and longed with her and felt for her. It was hard, yes, and she could understand Phoebe’s feelings of being a caretaker with no way to vent about her own feelings. Reaching out with her hand, she hoped to grasp Phoebe’s own in her soft fingers, nodding along with her until she was done venting. “Yes, I can understand that.” She said. She could, ultimately, understand. Having been a servant for years and caring for people who had little regard for her, who hadn’t known she had existed until her status in life was elevated, she knew it could be hard. And she wanted to try and make it better for her friend. “It’s important for you to say what you need to, what you want to. Don’t bottle it up because it’s only so much worse when it comes out.” She said a bit thoughtfully. “Take some of the advice that Frey gave me; don’t sacrifice yourself and your well-being for others.” She didn’t know how close Emmett and Phoebe were, but it still seemed rather fresh and new. “Do you think he’d do the same for you? If you treated him how he treats you?” She offered as kindly as she could, her dark blue gaze sweeping over her friend. “You should talk to him.” She added a bit quieter, sucking in a breath and offering as kind of a smile as she could muster. “None of what happened was your fault over Longnight.” THE STARS WERE NEVER ON OUR SIDE.