Rhythm would easily return the affection and Mo would dig her head a little further into her sisters coat, breathing in the familiar aroma of her and letting out a soft sigh. For the moment, there was no history, only two beloved sisters, and nothing in the exchange would stir Motif's pride and anger – cords Rhythm struck only too easily these days. Motif would pull away from her sister and look into the others brilliant blue – violet eyes, and well she smiled, she would also offer a soft sigh.
Rhythm had asked how she was, and that touched on her frustrations these last few days. Rhythm was a healer after all, exactly as she was training Motif's daughter into. Perhaps her sister would have an answer for her. “Not great, i'm coming down with something but its taking its sweet time actually doing anything other then making me throw up occasionally” she explained, her voice edging into a complaint as she spoke.
