a candle's fire

REXANNA they say that war is hell, but true hell begins when the battle ends — She gave her friend a bright smile and nodded, knowing she’d go nowhere else, for anything involving a pregnancy, other than Phoebe’s clinic. And he offer that the girl had given her to help was a welcome surprise as well, but one she was happy about regardless. And when she told Phoebe about Bastien’s situation, Rexanna audibly laughed. “I doubt it.” She said, quietly laughing at the idea. “The only other time I met an Ascended in that way was with Bastien’s own Masquerade. And well… He had no trouble at the time.” She managed to say before being overcome by a set of giggles. “It doesn’t bother him as much I don’t think. He’s become far more humble, more caring about people and how they view him.” She added, shoulders raising in a small shrug. But Phoebe’s next set of words surprised her a bit. It wasn’t something she had thought of — namely because Rexanna was the jealous sort, and she hadn’t been with Bastien enough to learn if he was too. And if he was, ideally like her in that sense, there would be no way. However, if they did decide one day that it was something they wanted to do, Rexanna imagined she might be able to ask someone both Phoebe and she knew. Her head tilted contemplatively, but she nodded and began to follow Phoebe from the bridge back toward their homes for a quick stop at the clinic. “Perhaps if I wanted it had enough, Frey could help me?” She wondered, thoughtful and thinking of Safrin with Aoife. Perhaps if Frey intervened to help as well, they’d be able to ensure the safety of the child as well. In either case, it would be when Rexanna was ready. As of this moment, she didn’t think she would be for quite some time. and you're the only one who's hands drip red. the real war rages in your heart; it always has.