She manages a watery smile at her sister's words. It is all still too much harsh reality that she does not want to have to face, but... honestly, she appreciates the brutal bluntness of it, in a way, despite her own demands just a second ago.

"Better not," she grumbles softly, trying to take in a breath but it's shaky instead of steady like she'd wanted it to be. A blink of her eyes sends those tears spilling across her cheeks and she moves in an attempt to pull away and wipe her eyes.

Embarrassment at the weakness of it stings in her chest. This wasn't the way they were raised, but she's always been more emotional than she felt like she was meant to be.