Barrow Fields curled inward in the night, a curious thing, love

Tethered between moments Poet waits, breath held. If Sif is to turn away from her now, oh. But the moment does not come to pass as her ... friend? now turns to her, returns her embrace. Relief overcomes her, a shy smile stealing onto her normally cool features. 

"I did," she whispers back, a nervous laugh escaping her. "I, I left the Valley. I wanted to see you again." Out loud it sounds as strangely impulsive as it'd been, though of course Poet is no stranger to impulsive decisions. She ducks her head, laughs again, less nervous and more pleased. "How have you been?"