Moonspear eyes closed, ice cold

Hydra blinked at her sister's weepy response and replied: Alright, Korei Julia. For you, I let him live, the words were indifferent, but clipped—if Korei would let the mongrel who killed Galaxy go, that was now a decision placed squarely on Korei's shoulders. Hydra was quite satisfied; she had doled out her own justice to the bastard. But now she certainly would not be the one to kill him. Korei Julia was but one of those reasons; let it weigh on her conscience that she was an enabler of murderers. It seemed their pure sister was not so pure after all, and her gaze turned toward their mother. 

For the second, Lyra was mute. She sensed the ire of Alya and Lyra both for Korei Julia, and even she herself had to swallow her contempt before her mother. The one who suffered the greatest loss was their mother, and Hydra looked at the matriarch for a long moment. She had news she knew would please Amekaze, but could not take the blubbering of their sister for much longer. The patience she had was wearing thin, as only Korei Julia could have it waste away so very quickly. Still Hydra remained, in case Lyra had anything she wished to share herself.