Looking on at the way Skyra reacted, Mokuren saw that, in front of her, was a broken little Kitty. One that needed mending, much like the mending Mokuren never got. The tears where to much for Mokuren to handle, and so, throwing caution to the wind, she moved forward to envelop Skyra in a comforting hug.
"It'sok. I will compliment you a million times a day if I must. I can't abide seeing such a beautiful girl like you cry, or feel any sort of sadness. It will no do, and I shall not stand for it" Mokuren's tone was stern, as if telling off everyone who ever passede over complimenting Skyra, and even more strangely, telling off everyone who would, in the future, not compliment her.