PHOEBE
It would be helpful to have someone help her carry the boxes she supposed. Her lips pursed for a moment, considering him. "Fine. Help me carry them to my clinic. But if you try to make off with anything, Pim will come after you." she warned. As if to corroborate, the dragonling roared loudly, a guttural, clear sound of warning. Pink and cute as he might be, he was a scary Pim."My studies are at a stand still." she said with a huff, securing a trunk closed. "I am missing a connection and the only way to find it is to go into the Spire. But even when I was healthy I'm not exactly fit for the sort of conditions in there." she grumbled, glaring at her trembling hands. She was no fighter, and based on what she heard of the Spire, it was dangerous for even those with that inclination.
She scoffed and rolled her eyes. "To the one Ascended I know well, yes. She was less than helpful. They all staunchly believe it can't be them but it can't not be them - whether it was willing or not. Logic is not in their favor." she grumbled, eyes narrowing in a glare.
Said glare was turned on him as he failed to come up with a satisfying reason for why he took his shirt off. So she just rolled her eyes and shook her head. Men were ridiculous.
I can hold the weight of worlds
if that's what you need
be your everything
