A dark tipped ear swivels quick to the sound of a voice, one that was delightfully familiar, and shed the severity of it all in an instant.

Wha-ah! What are you doing here? Cetseni turns around sharply, startled by her sister suddenly descending from above, and right after she'd just made her peace with losing her too—Ceti's cheeks burned red with embarassment, as if Yakone could've read her mind and seen how dramatic her thoughts had just been.

The fur on her hackles slowly smoothes back down, her expression turning to one of exasperation. You don't need to help me Yakone. I can do this on my own. A little growl rumbles between her teeth. Her posture straightening while she stands in front of her, her tail rising as a testament to her pride.