“I’m not trying to hurt her! I’m just helping!” Their voice grew more insistent as they continued to push forward.
When he poked their chest, he could feel the worming of something shifting around under their chest to accommodate the pressure. They winced and grabbed onto the ache but tried to ignore it otherwise.
“She’ll be fine but she won’t be if I don’t do something!”
-🐜
*He's clearly hesitant as he holds Phoebe out, who continues to flail in a pained panic.*
"It's okay, Phoebe... It's okay... They're gonna help."
*He shoots a pointed glare at them.*
"Right?"














