Moonspear no scrubs

Alya gave a little nod and experienced, for the first time, the sensation of divided loyalties. But Rannoch was no more than a tickle at the back of her mind, and thus, the feeling did not last very long.

"We'll get you a hunk," Alya promised as Lyra padded up beside them. "And you're always welcome to Nikai - I know you don't like sharing, but I don't mind."

Alya licked Lyra's cheek and then began fussily grooming the blood off of Hydra. Lately, she'd been feeling these strange protective and nurturing instincts. Hydra and Lyra had learned to deal with it.