Bearclaw Valley everything is never as it seems

The reaction to the idea itself is not entirely unexpected, though the force of that reaction surprises her a little. It is entirely unorthodox, but it's never occurred to Poet exactly how strange it is. After all, it's not that much different from her past arrangement at the temple. 

She shrugs elegantly, tilts her head. "He found me when I  had nothing left to live for, so I latched on to him. I wouldn't call us mates, precisely." It's a subtle distinction, but it's one she makes. Wardruna is handsome; Poet will bed him, does not mind being loyal to him, but love is the farthest thing from her mind in the whole arrangement. She suspects this must be fairly strange to the other woman, and shrugs again. "I don't know anyone elsewhere, either." Maybe she (Poet needs to ask her name, doesn't she) has more history in these lands and so the idea of joining somewhere so unknowingly seems odd. Or maybe Poet is stranger than she realises. Who knows? The other seems like she will certainly tell her.