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Alyx stayed back, but Fennec heard her settle in.  She in turn shifted slightly, carefully bringing her legs in and rolling from her side onto her stomach.  The position was better for hearing and for paying attention... and for answering.  Because it seemed like her younger sister wanted to talk.

Fennec mulled the question over for a bit.  She'd felt a lot of ways... and yeah, that was probably part of it.  It went a little further than that, but it was a similar sentiment, different angle.  Any time someone left and she was here, at home... it certainly made her feel passed over.  Unwelcome.  Because who wanted to travel with a tagalong?  But she always felt seen... just in all the wrong ways.  It hadn't started that way, but it had morphed into it over the past year and a half, and once the insecurity slid in it was a hard thing to shake.

That was a lot, and the real answer was she wasn't sure.  She hadn't quite.. tapped to the root of why she got defensive.  Her expression was inconclusive, but she tilted her head and gestured with her muzzle, hoping to maybe encourage her to continue?

Obviously something was up.  It didn't take a genius to sort that out, and while Fennec wasn't the most sympathetic of ears, she understood feeling out of place and frustrated.  She'd been in a near constant state of it before leaving the first time.  She'd spilled to Penn... spilled to Bronco... and she definitely didn't mind Alyx spilling to her.  In fact, she was honestly pretty damn flattered.