Wheeling Gull Isle My name is Bilius Felcrex

If there was one thing Dinah knew, it was that no matter who it was, she did not like to see others cry.
Ana's eyes now gleamed with something so heavy, so shattered, a revelation swirling in her little mind. Dinah resolutely crouches down further, nose pressing now to the side of her little muzzle. It's okay, and she didn't know what exactly she was soothing her for, but that did not matter. what's wrong? Is it the flowers? Do you want new ones?
She reaches a paw outward in search of her sibling's, if she'd allow it.