A glance, one not long held and shining with wetness. Sindri's features pinched with commiseration and a single sad note warbled from her throat, not faking a smile in return, instead drawing in beside her littermate for a moment as the distant girl collected herself. What was she to do in order to break Bragi from this constant self-isolation? Where did she want to go back to? Would it help or hurt to prod, to see if she wanted to talk about her woes?

Maybe Sin wasn't the only one born with roots somewhere else, feeling as if she didn't always belong.

But maybe she would just push away Bragi more with questions, with looking too hard, with prying. Or, worse, by saying something to Cupid -- but he could help more, right? He could help more than Sindri thought she could, at least. Still, here and now, her sister needed her. Her ears fell at Bragi's comment, and she couldn't tell if it was bitter jest or if she really thought the gods hated her.

The stars aren't familiar to me, Sin rumbled softly, Whose to say the gods can even see us, here? Do anything?

Everyone sure seemed to think they could, that the others had gone by way of their divine hand. Sindri was not so sure; the older she got, the more memories of a life once lived she witnessed; felt so sure so many deities could not possibly have gone missing from their own homes without being.... willing, or the power being mighty. More than them, the gods themselves. The titans? Gaia herself? Sindri wasn't really sure, but there was a way it all seemed beyond their control.
And most gods were used to having things managed in the palms of their hands, no?

Did you like it better.... before?

Is that why she wanted to leave? Did she remember the life she had, the people she'd loved?
Who was she, that she was asking other gods for favors?