I've turned the grief to medicine

Phoebe Steadman I've dropped out, burned up Fought my way back from the dead Phoebe is quiet, contemplative, but unable to help as Jude nods off, pressing a gentle kiss to his temple. Her baby. The only bright spot in all the gloom that surrounded her and Harper in that moment. And of course things weren't so simple. They never were. Not on Caido. So she listened and rocked their child, not interrupting. He had every right to whatever frustration he felt, just as she had a right to her confusion and heartbreak. "So it's between me and someone else." she gathered from his use of the term moved on. She was complicating a new relationship. Flashbacks to Sunjata when his long lost love appeared in Caido spun in her mind. "I still love you. I still and always will love you. But...if you need time, then you need time." she said softly. "Just please...don't take him from me." she whispered, fingers curling into Jude's clothes. She couldn't bear to lose them both, because something in her gut told her that once again she wouldn't be the one.