Sherri caught the whole conversation with her catty ears, and rubbed away her tears fiercely, not liking this cat shifter one bit and looking for a chance to condemn him. Red welts formed under her eyes where she had rubbed so hard, and she sniffed a little for lack of a tissue, but she spat fiercely, "Oh, Wolfram, stop being so hypocritical! Think about..." your own actions for once. Sherri blushed a deep scarlet, quite impressive on her pale, freckled face, it's brilliance brighter than her orangey hair. Oh dear, Sherri, you've done wrong. I've been so self-centered recently, haven't I? Sherri blinked to prevent more tears from springing up. "Oh, I'm terribly sorry," she said in a guilty voice horribly ashamed. "I've been the worst of us, haven't I?" Those words were up for personal interpretation, and she hoped at least one person would disagree with her. Or maybe not. Maybe she should bear a little pain for all this, feel a little convicted.
Indigo simply stared at her with a long face, soulful eyes suddenly staring deep into Sherri's own soul, it seemed. Her pursed lips almost traced the faintest smile, wondering if the group would work harmoniously at last.