Shadowwyn Moor he beseeched him lay a hand upon fever-hot brow

"Po-et," Sif repeated, wagging her tail. She remembered that word being tossed around a lot during their first meeting, but the girl had not realized it was a name. She shot Poet a shy look, now, hoping the other would not think her stupid for not cottoning on more quickly.

Her next question, luckily, is one that Sif understood almost at once. Why Wardruna? "Selskap," she chirped in reply. And then, after a short pause. "Um. Friends? Union? For to... beskyttelse. Um... Care for." She was beginning to confuse herself, and her words came out in a sad jumble. Shooting Poet an apologetic look, she took a deep, shivery breath and tried again. "Together are strong. Alone is sad."