Bad Luck Bears

phoebe Sleep and I shall soothe you, calm you, and annoint you Phoebe gave him a reasonably flat look at his statement. "However old you are and unmarried, no family, and constantly prowling for someone to sleep with sounds like hell to me." she countered dryly. How he swayed from being somewhat nice to a total jerk with such ease confounded her. He did hear himself say these things right? Did he not hear how...awful they sounded or was he just that full of himself that he considered everything he said gold? The young midwife managed to find a hammer so they could pry the nails out of the hinges to get the door open. She suspected that the wood of the frame and door itself was probably going to fall apart while doing so but they had little other choice. The fact that Bastien offered to have her door replaced was unexpected but welcome. He had been the one to break it in the first place after all. Plus she could assess this woodworker's skill and perhaps commission them to make a few things that she still needed around her clinic. But what he said after that left her dumbstruck. Offering her to stay at his place until her door was fixed. Her?? Phoebe openly gaped at him. "You're offering to let me stay at your home until my door is fixed." she said, still shocked. Had she really heard that right?