Honeyed Pasture if i leave everything but my bones behind

She does not flinch when he starts, taking a seat and fixing him with a very keen expression. She can smell the lingering residue of heat on him, but does not yet link that to his current state (having been around so many women in heat, the smell has temporarily lost its novelty). 

"I asked if you were hurt," Poet repeats, more gently, tilting her head. "I have some medical knowledge if you need," a beat, "though... would I be wrong to guess your troubles are emotional in nature?" She knows she's being rather forward, and sucks in a breath as she watches for his reaction. It seems her shyness has fled her as she's fled the Valley, a change she does not know if she welcomes yet.