Honeyed Pasture if i leave everything but my bones behind

steals in here >:3 making vague assumptions re: her thread w phocion, will edit if needed

Running into the priest had shaken something loose in her chest. Throughout her stay in the Valley, even more than Blondine, she considers Phocion to have been her closest friend, if only forged in their shared bonds. Their meeting weighs on her mind not heavily but insistently, although she manages to put it aside as she catches sight of the trembling body just ahead.

Poet quickens her pace into smooth strides, coming to a stop a short distance away. "Are you injured..?" She calls carefully, her expression thoughtfully concerned as it sweeps over his sad form. There is no physical mark she can see, though an internal injury might be beyond her perception, though she suspects the cause of his current state is some mental affair she's not privy to.