Anubis had been relaxing with his Kindle when he heard the call from his gates. Bast? She usually called ahead if only to make certain he had his pants on. He did this time, just not his shirt. He pulled one on without bothering to button it. His sister didn’t sound like herself. She sounded like she needed him. Urgently.
Nubie ran to the gates, opening them before he got there. “Bast? Hey, Fluffy. What’s going on?”
She looked like hell. Shell-shocked. Or something. Frankly, it scared him a little to see her looking like that. But he would bet the rules still applied. Never push her to tell you anything. She’d get to it when and if she was ready. He would just there for her.
“Come in. I’ll get you a saucer of milk.” That should make her either smile or hit him.