PHOEBE
Nose where it didn’t belong? As if. Rexanna was about as close to a sister as she had anymore, certainly her best female friend by any stretch of the imagination. If she was hurt, Phoebe would make it her business. ”Good. I don’t like thinking about her being in any danger from some lunatic.” Phoebe said a little stiffly, a slight frown on her lips. If Bastien wanted to take it personally (which he probably would because everything was about him after all) Phoebe simply didn’t care. It wasn’t about him or his ego, it was about Rex.”She should be fine so long as she continues to keep the water down. But she will be weak for a few days and she should stay here at least a day for me to keep an eye on her.” Phoebe said, speaking more evenly when the topic returned to the work at hand. She continued to steep the teas and wet the rags as they began to dry. Even if it hadn’t been her friend, Phoebe would have been an attentive little nurse, and certainly Bastien would see Rex was in good and capable hands. ”Keep drinking. But tell me if you feel sick.” Phoebe said, intent on force feeding Rexanna as much water as possible.
I look up to the little bird
The flies across the sky
And I, I wish that I could be that bird
And fly away from here
The flies across the sky
And I, I wish that I could be that bird
And fly away from here
