Bearclaw Valley oh brother, our blood was so thick

She can't help but hold her breath, worried her words will land flat and make the dejected woman's mood worse. When Indra's expression softens, a soft exhale escapes Poet to match, her lips turning upward in a slow smile. "You needn't apologise," she says quickly, feeling slightly embarrassed by both the vulnerability she's shown and the way the conversation has temporarily tipped onto her, "but yes, I believe so." 

Her tail sways in a brief but languid arc. She wouldn't say Indra looks... better, but perhaps it is a start. At least she hopes she's offered some small comforts to the girl, if not just for her sake, than Laurel's. Thinking of the short-tempered woman, she can't help but wonder how she's taken to pregnancy. Poet hesitates before voicing her concern. "How is Laurel feeling?" She inquires gently;  her suspicion is that Indra will prefer to speak on her sister instead of her, but if that's not the case, she certainly won't push the girl for information.