Not for His Sake

"I think you all a little foolish." Safrin responded with a musical, though not unkind, bout of laughter. At the mention that Bastien might not count, Safrin's delicate shoulders rose and fell, casting bits of starlight to shimmer down towards the floor. "What would please Frey and what they might have said are not always the same." The deity replied, her desire to offer help to the midwife somewhat muffled by her obvious dislike of her fellow god. "The good knews is that I doubt Frey would care if you failed to do what they said at all." Safrin's eyes rolled with annoyance at this. 'Oh?" Safrin asked, a sparkle in her eyes as her head tilted slightly. "Well, we have already deduced he is not the smartest." Reaching a hand forward, Safrin gently stroked the girl's jaw. Her touch was featherlight, and yet Phoebe would feel as though she'd suddenly been elevated to the highest peak, her lungs full of oxygen-rich air and her emotional woes all but dispelled. "Thank you for saying so, Phoebe. As I said, I am not so surprised by Bastien's actions. Disappointed, perhaps. He had such potential, but then again, you all do. He is one of many. Even now, I believe he fosters the idea to replace my portraits with... well. Images not meant to inspire prayer while one is on their knees." With a laugh, the goddess shook her head. "But such is the way of things." Safrin the devil is not as black as he is painted