PHOEBE
Pim was indeed upstairs, Phoebe still sleeping as he kept watch. In true dragon fashion, he did not wait to see who he heard coming up the stairs; he gave a warning immediately. With his lips curled back in a snarl, he growled, low and loud, a terribly vicious and intimidating noise really. The rumble of it woke Phoebe with a start, but she couldn't sit up with his head pressed against her torso like it was. "What is it Pim?" she said quietly.But then Jata stepped in, with a bowl of meat no less.
Pim's head popped up with interest. As it is set on the floor, he trilled happily, hopping off the bed and scurrying over to eat it happily. Phoebe sighed, letting her eyes drift closed again. She still felt exhausted, even though she was pretty sure she slept deeply. She almost drifted off again when she felt Jata sit, taking her hand and stroking her hair. Her eyes fluttered open again, looking up at him. "Where did you go?" she asked softly.
I can hold the weight of worlds
if that's what you need
be your everything
