South doesn't approach her brother, she just sort of... looks over at him from a little ways away, kind of hoping he doesn't even notice that. It's still up to him when they talk again. She still doesn't expect it to be any time soon.

There's this weird moment of— relief? Maybe? When she sees his daemon is absolutely nothing like hers, and, well, why would it be, right? They're too different. That's half the problem. But everyone's always weird about twins, so part of her almost expected...

But no. It's a Penguin. After seeing it, it only makes sense. Don't Penguins like— carry their young around, or something? Of course he'd get something like that. Of fucking course.

"You're comparing again," Anja says, in something between a hiss and a hum, and South glares at her out of the corner of her eye. It's not a question. Anja just... knows, because of course she knows, because she's her. "Stop it."

It's like having the little rational voice in the back of her head externalized and South snorts, dismissively, but Anja's her and Anja knows better.

So South adds: "That's cheap coming from the bit of me that won't even look at him."

Anja nestles her head more against South's throat, almost like she's hiding, and doesn't dignify her with a response, this time.