Bearclaw Valley everything is never as it seems

Glower it is. Poet does not glare back, but maintains her unaffected gaze. Here is a weakness: she does not know much about proper socializing. So far she has lucked out in her interactions, being that she was immediately drafted as a sister-wife. Conversations that have followed have largely dealt with her skill, duties, things that can be easily conversed. Just getting to know someone? Largely, she has no idea.

But this woman hasn't run her off yet, so it's probably going all right. As she suspected, she does not recall Poet's presence with her injured... Indra. "Yes," she says, "I was the one for whom Xan called." The sinner does not call herself a medic, for she still hesitates at the title; she knows basics but does not consider herself a skilled healer by any means. "I'm glad she seems to be recovering well," Poet adds quietly, her expression easing into something gentler.