Moonspear what is mine is yours to keep

Korei took her mother's rough affections in stride, although Ame knew and felt so plainly now, that she was a different sort of presence than her sisters. While not impossibly so, her disposition set her well apart from them and it showed. But Ame did not mind, nor find anything to fuss over, especially not in hearing that she and Hydra had played--very good proof that she was not excluded entirely from the mischief of the dark beast of her siblings. Ame hummed contentedly and arced a brow. "Is that so? What did you two play?" she asked, curious to hear more if she could before she could find even more to ask about, which she knew she could if she tried--between dynamics of the siblings, to her healed ankle, to what else had caught her interests lately. Sweet Korei would probably humor her questions better than most, after all, but Amekaze wouldn't bombard her; especially not with the setting so peaceful and easy, and that having its influence over her.