Moonspear your protector

"Me too," said Alya with feeling. Her own impending sexual maturity had little to do with her aggressive nature; the Cerberus's girlhood had been something of a bloodbath. "Like - why are we just sitting here? We have you and Daddy, and Mom and us, Terance..." She closed her eyes, imagining storming into the dreaded woods, her family at her side. They'd take out the root of the problem, and then her family could go back to living in peace. She could stay a bit longer and then say goodbye to her sister, and go out on that carefree adventure she'd been dreaming about since she was a tiny girl.

"It's not fair," she went on, eyes hardening. "Why are they such assholes, anyway?"

Rage and indignation coiled up in her gut, and Alya released it with a vicious snarl. The sound did nothing to alleviate the tension in her body. "It just makes me so angry that we're just sitting here, waiting. I know why we can't just barge in there, but..."

She swiftly turned her back on Rannoch, uncomfortable with the amount of weakness she was showing him, even if he was blood.