Bearclaw Valley we can fall in love, it just ain't that easy

Blondine's statement earns a slightly quizzical smile from the ex-priestess, unfamiliar as she is with Blondine's God. But the idea is clear enough, she supposes, and she peacefully allows the conversation to come to a rest. "Indeed," she agrees instead, and returns her attentions to the fragile buds of spring, in search of useful fare.