Oh sing sweet Nightingale, sing sweet...
Phoebe snorted, snickering very much at his expense. "No one is as attractive as Frey, that's why I was confused." she mumbled. She pushed against his hands, sitting up and leaning against the counter. Slowly she pulled herself up. "I just saw a dark haired man and that's how Frey looks to me." she continued. But then water suddenly swiped over her brow and she shrieked, fumbling backwards. "Why would you do that?!" She shouted, rubbing her face hurriedly in an attempt to dry it. It was an overreaction perhaps but her distress was clearly very real. Branbast's tail flicked, watching curiously.
...high above me
The Nightingale
