PHOEBE
Indeed it always has been. It had been the demise of their spite marriage, though it had only been held together by the finest of threads. She listened closely as he described the process he had undergone with both Safrin and Frey, glancing briefly at his scarred arm, before looking back up at him. It was clear there was more to the story, but he didn't want to speak of it. So she wouldn't pry. "It sounds like a painful experience." she said. Ascending to demigodhood had been blissfully uneventful as she slumbered straight through it in her little cocoon.
The Nightingale looked at the children then back to the Flood. She raised a brow at the mention of twins, not having known of them, but her expression softened as he mentioned his daughter. "I am sure Safrin is keeping her safe." she said in consolation. "I brought my son as well. Perhaps he will make friends with your twins." she said, still not knowing much about them or their age.
The Nightingale looked at the children then back to the Flood. She raised a brow at the mention of twins, not having known of them, but her expression softened as he mentioned his daughter. "I am sure Safrin is keeping her safe." she said in consolation. "I brought my son as well. Perhaps he will make friends with your twins." she said, still not knowing much about them or their age.
When the static clears
And all is said and done
I will realize that we all need someone
