Bearclaw Valley oh brother, our blood was so thick

the slimmest of smiles briefly appeared on indra's muzzle, a place usually reserved for grim or sorrowful expressions. that poet, in some way, understood her unkind upbringing or lonely sadness -- well, there was no deeper community than that of grief.

at the mention of laurel that smile faded, replaced by a distant look in her amber eyes. "she's feeling alone, and rejected." indra answered honestly -- for what reason did the girl have to llie? that was simply what it was.

a heavy thing to leave poet with, surely -- but indra was already rising to leave. she appreciated the priestess for the kindness she had spared indra for both healing her wounds and in a way, healing her worried thoughts -- for that, she would think upon poet kindly.