Zelie was one of the lot walking around in her underwear, totally unmindful of her state of undress. Despite her encounter with Jason the other day, she'd still gone straight to Weston's cage, waiting for her sister there. When she caught Weston's scent through the crowd she made a beeline for the younger wolf, pushing no few others aside. Zelie offered an encouraging smile and pulled her sister into her arms, briefly kissing her forehead. "Of course there's nothing to worry about," she agreed, easily. "We're all old pros at this point." Zelie stood back a little, though she didn't unwrap her arm from her sister. With a free hand she reached up and ran her fingers though Weston's hair.
"We'll be right next to each other," she whispered. "We can hold hands until it starts." That last part was for Weston's ears only, and when another wolf looked in Zelie's direction, Zelie glared until he looked away. She wasn't sure if he'd heard or not, but he could still mind his own business. Once that was done, Zelie was back to smiling as if nothing at all had happened. She grinned at Jason and Ana, as if she wasn't feeling jittery enough to launch through the ceiling. She remembered building a modesty curtain with Ana on the girl's first moon, and belatedly grabbed a blanket for herself. She didn't feel like she needed it though, and instead wrapped it around her sister's shoulders.