[se] tough enough to weather

Lena

and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm

Lena listened, content to answer the Abandoned once she’d settled in her own actions. It didn’t take long, for Mittens seemed to understand she meant exactly as she proclaimed, and the companion sent itself into a fit of dramatic hysterics, rolling, tumbling, descending downward much like a miniature steamroller, as her talons grabbed hold of the kite’s string. It was released immediately from the snowball, and she could pleasantly land with it still gripped within, before shifting back entirely, and pretending this hadn’t been a scene all on its own.

As Mittens continued to wail and screech at its lost, and absconded toy, Lena wrapped it around her wrist, pondering how she’d find the poor owner. In the meantime though, she dusted herself off and slung the basket back upon her arm, finally paying attention to Sah again. “There’s always the Collegium too, if you’re interested in reading.” She knew it wasn’t the case for everyone. “But Very rich in history.” Pausing, she thought some more. "The Temple might intrigue you too."

that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm