Silver Moraine chain hits my chest

"Thank you," Magpie told her, sincerely. Whatever feelings of mistrust she had felt earlier seemed to have been fleeting; they were gone now, and she felt a surge of warmth and happiness. For all that the dark woman loved to travel, loneliness crippled her— she needed contact with others, for without it she felt incomplete and wilted. Her appreciation was for the companionship (temporary though it may be) as much as it was for the information. Perhaps that was what had gotten into her.

"The sea is wondrous," she said, her words taking on a more bardic quality around the stranger, "but treacherous. I'd rather seek my fortune elsewhere." Magpie stopped there, her pointed pause inviting the other to say what she would about these other places.