I will scream with the howling wind

Motif would hold her for as long as she needed, and she would continue to whisper gently to her dearest sister as she attempted to soothe away the nightmare. She did wonder what could have been so terrible as to effect her sister in this way, and wondered if this was the first time whatever thoughts had caused it had bothered her. She would not let her sister escape for nights to come, until she knew she would be okay. She doubted anyone had hurt her to bring about this dream, Rhythm might have seemed a little distant of late, but that was just due to letting Motif deal with all her family stuff.. right? No, if someone had hurt Rhythm she would have told Motif, and the culprit would be sleeping with the fishes by now.

Motif had asked her about the dream but Rhythm's response utterly confused her. “Who went over the cliff, Rhy?” she asked, still softly, still cradling her sweet sister. She could feel Rhythm losing control and Motif gripped her harder, keeping her movements slow and rhythmic however, and she moved from licking the girls forehead to grooming the fur behind her head “I've got you” she promised softly, wishing she could make this okay.