Bearclaw Valley the specular thought brought on oneself:

ill slap a fade on this for us? <3

The answer she gets is not one she expects, but then again, Blondine does have a way of surprising her. Her sweet-sharp eyes flick to the medic, expression raw (how strangely sorrow sits on her, foreign the way it turns her lips and lowers her eyes). Blondine's killed, too, then. Somehow the thought is not comforting to Poet; too many variables, perhaps. 

"I don't know," she answers, honestly, "but I believe you are good to me, and to Indra, and the others. Perhaps that is enough."

Somehow she doubts it, but for now, it'll have to do. Carefully she steps forward and gathers the bushel of lavender in her mouth, offering Blondine a tentative smile as they return to their work, passing the rest of their time in contemplative (for her, at the least) silence.