I was playing it cool

It is not lost on Pythia that her siblings are all much more gentle with her than they are the others. All the nudges and nuzzles that she receives is not for naught. Pythia does appreciate the gestures, for they help her improve and learn much faster. Though she doesn't wish to be pitied. That was a feeling that made her teeth grind together and her muscles tense up. But she knew, could tell by the way Sagittarius moved, that it was not pity that drove her, but worry. Worry for her and that made Pythia grateful.

"Strong and protective are good things to be," Pythia starts, a smile embracing her pale lips as her sister tugs playfully at her ear. Quickly turning her chin to playfully snap in Sagittarius' direction, hoping to connect with thick puppy scruff fur, she lets out a quiet, barking laugh. "But do you not want to be a puppy first? Do father and mothers not protect us enough?" She questions, head canting as her nose finds Sagittarius' cheek to help sooth her sister's worries.

"speech"