Moonspear stupid piece of shit

Hydra looked appropriately bashful for the words he said; she knew Lyra was upset with Rannoch, of course. But Hydra, clever and perceptive, found her way around her sisters anger. You looked upset, and her gaze swung toward him, soft and warm. That's more important right now. Yes, perfect. It was known Lyra was a healer; today, she would work on healing... this.

She was at a loss, though. Hydra herself was no good at this kind of stuff. Do you... want to talk about it? That seemed appropriate, to start with. And if Rannoch wanted a way into Lyra's good graces, he would take her up on it, Hydra believed. Otherwise, Lyra would let him be. She allowed her body language to speak, too, as she inched toward him slowly: I'm here for you, if you want.