Bearclaw Valley a gentle gossamer wing

ty for joining!

Her walk goes interrupted for some time, which, while it does not do much for her problem of feeling like she belongs here, is not particularly troublesome. The weather is mild enough as to be enjoyable despite the frost, and after a while her thoughts wander aimlessly, leaving her oblivious to Indra's approach until the girl is nearly upon her. 

Immediately her gaze flickers to where she knows her injury to be, although she can't see anything at this angle. The glance is but a second, long enough for her to feel a flicker of guilt at not being able to provide more help during the healing process. "Indra," Poet greets softly and tilts her head, curious what the other seeks from her.