Shadowwyn Moor he beseeched him lay a hand upon fever-hot brow

"Hva?" asked Sif, momentarily confused by Poet's repetition of her own words. After a moment, though, she realized that the older woman was simply murmuring to herself, as the introspective often did. Sif settled in and turned patient, expectant eyes on her elder, waiting until her input would be welcomed once again. She was pleased to be able to understand the conversation pretty well, thus far, and was quick to offer a response as soon as it seemed appropriate.

"Together!" she chirped, equally pleased by the notion that they would take care of each other. Sif hoped that 'together' would please Poet as well.