Bearclaw Valley we can fall in love, it just ain't that easy

Blondine's company earns a smile, nodding in agreement to her sentiment. Poet does not consider herself particularly virtuous, but as far as virtures accrued, patience is certainly one of her strongest suits. She's content just like this, walking alongside the other woman, and it occurs to her that despite her hang-wringing over her self-percieved inability to fit in, she's doing just fine. 

"I've been well," she agrees, then adds a touch sheepishly, "better than I have been now that I've.. gotten over myself, as it were." Her tail swishes briefly against her hocks as she scans the ground ahead of them, looking for any fresh greenery poking through the lingering snow.