Bearclaw Valley oh brother, our blood was so thick

Without context, and without knowing Indra well, Poet might have guessed at some jealousy, or fear of losing Laurel's attention, either to child or to the man that beget them. Yet Indra speaks to something else, offering the ex-priestess a chance to glean some more of Indra's inner world. "Like you?" She can't help but repeat, eyes widening slightly at the admission. After a beat, she thinks she maybe understands (or at least, can relate to the sentiment: would a child of hers grow up as volatile and bitter as she'd been?) Still, it's a thread she needs to pluck at, so she comes a step closer. "What do you imagine the future holds for them?" She asks softly, curious to hear the answer.