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Alya drifted toward her sister with a peculiar feeling in her chest. Lyra, she knew, would only ever tell her the truth... but it seemed so strange. Their scents were still everywhere, as if Terance or Wraen might be just around the corner or napping in their dens. But they wouldn't be.

They were gone.

The dark woman did not know what she was seeking Hydra for. To comfort her, perhaps. To ask question, seek resolution. But when she reached the hotsprings and saw her strong leader in the water, beautiful as every but irrevocably changed, Alya could do nothing but gasp against the sudden onslaught of pain. The peculiar feeling shifted without warning into grief, and the woman found herself biting back tears and whimpers in spite of herself.

Another portion of her surprising reserve of innocence chipped away. Sometimes, things worse than death took your loved ones away.