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

sorry for the wait! wanna wrap here?

She smiles widely, eyes crinkling slightly at the other. There is plenty left unknown, but Poet did not have any grand schemes as is. She'd already destroyed the path fate originally designed for her. Embracing the unknown seems to be the only thing left to do. "Together," she agrees, and reaches to gently brush her nose against Sif's forehead, a chaste gesture that mirrors her earlier vow to Wardruna. There's no turning away now.