She braces herself when the footsteps begin, preparing herself for - something. She isn't entirely sure what she's preparing herself for, actually, but it certainly wasn't a hug, of all things.

"Usagi?"

Likewise, it's whispered, but her own voice is confused instead of grateful. She waits there for a moment, before turning around to face the younger girl, reaching up to gently touch her hands to her shoulders. Something seems different, but she hasn't quite put her finger onto it yet.

"What's happening?"