I've turned the grief to medicine

Phoebe Steadman I've dropped out, burned up Fought my way back from the dead Phoebe lifted a hand and rubbed at her eyes to dry the tears that threatened to overflow. "I know you wouldn't. I just...it's hard." Hard not to let old hurts rise to the surface, hard not to feel betrayed even in the face of logic and fact. And Phoebe had always been an emotional being, remembering to infuse logic was not always her strongest suit. The Nightingale listened to her love as he spun a tale of how they would handle Jude, and slowly she nodded. It was agreeable. But..."I will have to spend some time in Meadowreach with the garden." she reminded softly. Frey's work was her work. She would have to set up a home there as well and travel between - and she wouldn't leave her baby behind. Not again. "And what about you and me...and Maeve." she said, looking up at him. "Or is there no hope for me? Your mind is already set to Maeve." she said. Resolution here would be the most difficult because while Harper had a year to move on, Phoebe felt as though nothing should have changed.