Bearclaw Valley don't deny what you feel, open up your mind

Her smile widens, surprised by the declaration. Friends, yes, that is what Poet seeks too. Or, well, companionship, which is a form of friendship, perhaps. Has she ever really had a friend prior to Sif? Does Sif count as a friend, being her sister-wife? She suspects her feelings for the Northerner are rooted less in platonic affection than in a protective instinct, though whether familiar, romantic, or vestiges of her previous duty are hard to say.

But, friends! "Of course," she agrees readily with a slight wag of her tail. "I'll look forward to our meeting again." Poet does not know how to discern the meaning of Blondine's wink, but she smiles and waits for the other to head out before regathering her bundle and making her way back to the altar for one final visit until the spring months arrive.