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Not anymore, he had said. Hydra took a ginger step forward, one ear twitching idly. Do you wanna talk about it? She asked. Hydra didn't need to know, though she offered an open ear if he wished to speak of his hurts. It was a rare thing she offered him—at least, coming from her. Hydra was not the comforting sort, and in her life she had never wanted to be either. But his response seemed so genuine that she felt it prudent to ask. 

Hydra offered him an out, too. Or if you'd rather, maybe we could go on a little adventure or something... I've never been here before, she looked around him, not wanting to stare at him and make him feel awkward or that he had to do anything he did not want to do. Hydra, decidedly, did not want Rian to feel anything bad, at all.