i’m rich and I’m pretty, so it doesn’t really matter

El stiffens, stricken by her sister's words. Estie had really worried she'd...died? El's face crumples for a moment, and she blinks furiously as she wprks to get back under control. "i should've tried harder to find you," she whispers, filling with shame. "i'm sorry you thought that." thankfully, the conversation moves on to more playful territory, and El is grateful for the change. plus, in all honesty, she doesn't want to pass up a chance to brag about Red. "do you remember the Insomnia boy who would sometimes visit me?" she inquires. it's possible Bargh had been aware of him; some of their other littermates had met him, after all. "well, we...um, at the Insomnia festival..." - before everything had gone to shit - "we...k-kissed." she blushes, giggling a tad deliriously as she ducks to hide her face behind her paw. it's nice to just gossip with her sister for a moment, almost like the pair of them are normal teenagers. "i really like him, Estie." her sister goes on to detail her own life, and El listens intently, eyeing Bargh's muscled form and armoured back once again. "you look well," she praises. "when did my sister get so grown-up? i'm pretty sure you could pick me up and throw me." there's a teasing glint to her eyes, the kind that speaks to sisterly ribbing. but El falls solemn again as she asks, "how are Daddy and Mother, by the way?"

"Elara Klein"