Bearclaw Valley reliance

"How?" Sif pressed, knowing that this was the key to her worries. "I meet..." she paused. "I met a girl..." and she told Poet about Eirlys from the coast, who had said something about husbands and babies, and several things that Sif hadn't quite grasped before then became a little bit clearer - just not quite clear enough. And she couldn't forget that Eirlys said she was young. And she hadn't started to smell funny, she wasn't ready for babies.

So was she ready for a husband?

"Eim I too young to be marry?" she asked softly, looking up at Poet with something like a plea in her eyes. Part of her hoped very dearly that she would say yes, so that Sif could stop feeling guilty about being not sure about this whole thing.