Really, she had believed all that reminded her of her parents had been taken from her; like their den and their scents, it had all been washed away. Yet, she had stumbled across somebody who had been there - she had seen her parents rule, she had known them, she had been happy in Glorall. It flooded Cersei with so many emotions, so much so that she had a difficult time pinpointing what she really felt. It helped, in a way, that Alana had been so tense; her nervousness and tension gave Cersei something to focus on. It gave her purpose to her steps as she slowed, doing her best to become nonthreatening even though her body almost quivered with excitement. That wasn't Alana, though. From what she could recall, the woman had never been one to stand up confidently and so, Cersei had to restrain herself.

Her surprise was evident when the other female spoke then, her voice lifted in excitement; it made Cersei grin broadly, her tail waving behind her as she nodded. It felt good to be recognized in that way. She did not need to confirm it. In fact, the pride that seemed to fill her stance would have been enough to do so; she stood straighter now, her ears forward and eyes alight with a liveliness they had not experienced for seasons.

"Yes, yes, Cersei," she reaffirmed, nodding again as she offered Alana a toothy grin (albeit, a little sheepish, as was the usual), "I must have been just a child when you were here. It's so good to see a familiar face, though, even all these years later."

It felt strange to word something in such a way and it showed. She shifted uncomfortably for a moment, swallowing down the fact that she really hadn't seen anything all that familiar in... well, almost years. Her siblings had all left and most of those that had been loyal to Tesseract had followed. That in itself had been a rather... stark truth. Their loyalty had been with him, not their family as a whole. Otherwise, they might have stayed to protect her (though, she had never really needed protecting, it seemed.) Her comfort had no intention of returning, either, for Alana's next question made her blink in surprise, her mouth now fallen into a soft 'o' of bewilderment. She hadn't heard? Cersei's ears flicked back, her brows furrowed as she attempted to find some way of putting it... kindly.

"I'm sorry, Alana," she begun, aware now that there'd be no way of putting things nicely. "My father and mother are... somewhere else. I have not seen him since he lost our home but I know he is out there." She could not look Alana in the eyes, not completely at least. It felt wrong to admit such a thing. To think... she might haves traveled to get here... to see them and yet, they had left. They had been forced out. She still refused to believe that her mother had simply left.

"But any promise my father made," she begun once more, her head lifted now to meet Alana's eyes with the steely determination of her own, "is my promise, too." The words had been heavy when she said them and she swallowed down nerves that had formed; was it okay to take her father's promise? She had to do something, right? She had to do something more than simply exist to ensure he continued to exist alongside her. Perhaps... perhaps she had found the key to that.