Bearclaw Valley a gentle gossamer wing

fading here <3

Whether or not she is able to correctly clarify her thoughts, Indra accepts what she says. Grateful, she dips her head and murmurs, "I agree." Perhaps the issue is her tendency to divide off her roles in the temple from her life now, as if any remnant of her former life is toxic. No one here knows what's she's done or has any reason to think poorly of her -- and before Beneath-Night's Breath's death, she was perfectly fine at her various duties. She can serve Bearclaw again in a similar fashion.

Reassured, she offers a smile. "Thank you, Indra," Poet says sincerely, and then with a polite farewell, takes her leave to reflect on her thoughts.