Bearclaw Valley everything is never as it seems

Their conversation is sliding dangerously close to territory that makes Poet uncomfortable. A foreign sensation but one she is eager to avoid nonetheless, she can't help the slight grimace that crosses her mouth as the girl goes on to give her advice. "I like being here," she explains plainly, "but, er, I appreciate your counsel." It is... counsel, right? She supposes it means the other must... care about her in some small capacity, even if just as an acquantice. Hell. She'll take it.

"I'm Poet," the sinner says suddenly, realising she's failed to properly introduce herself yet. "And to answer your earlier question ... well, truthfully, I'm not sure, but I agreed to it anyway." Perhaps it is a mateship of sorts, although Wardruna has not made much effort to court her (or vice versa, truthfully). Perhaps she has failed in her wifely duties. Perhaps she doesn't really care much either way... it is possible the other woman has a point. Poet is ... a bit passive.