Neverwinter Forest that which takes in turns, gives in spades

She is not anticipating her solitude being interrupted, and does not notice the familiar figure until he is nearly upon her. "Phocion!" Poet gasps, her surprise turning quickly into warmth. That he was looking for her comes as another surprise, one that endears her to him further; their friendship had been her most valued at the Valley.

A small laugh escapes her. "Phocion," she repeats fondly,
"surely that isn't the only reason you've left the Valley...?" There is a tinge of embarrassment coloring her voice, shy at the idea that he should have set out after her (even if she'd done the very same in pursuit of Sif). After a pause, she adds, "have you left the Valley?" unsure yet if he's really just come looking for her or if he's departed entirely. The smell of Bearclaw does not cling to his coat now, though she can't determine what that means from first blush.