The Tangle bird watching goes both ways

"Thank you," Sif parrots back, because it's hard to remember that there's a separate response to some of these exchanges, unlike the simple 'hello', 'hello to you too'. Either way, she is thankful to have been able to help, and thankful that Furi has been so nice, and thankful that they are still standing there, awkward as Sif might feel.

And all she can do is stand there, waiting and wondering and being at a total loss when it came to what should happen next. Did they say goodbye? Sif didn't want that, but at the same time, she felt quite unable to draw close to Furi as she had with Hella. This was different, somehow, though she couldn't quite say why.

"You have home," says Sif, able to smell this on the other girl's pelt. Something in her chest tightens at the realization, and then begins to sink down to the pit of her stomach - a heavy and unpleasant weight. She shifts from foot to foot, feeling foolish and vulnerable and competely enamored with this kind, patterned girl.