Moonspear three-headed menace

Hydra's confirmation — although it had been sorted that Rannoch would not be going anywhere if they could help it — was comforting. At least they always had the option of chasing him and his lover out if the urge ever tempted them. Charon would always take their side, she knew. Family first. It was the Ostrega way.

Hydra and Lyra locked eyes and she gave a nod, their silent agreement speaking volumes. It was interrupted by Alya's melodramatic laments, and Lyra couldn't help but release a soft, fake-annoyed laugh as she fell into her side. She twisted, nipping at her sister's ears. "She helps with our numbers, at least," she sighed, as though mentioning anything positive about Liffey upset her stomach. "Perhaps what she needs is an accident," she said, brightening, casting a wary gaze to the more tactical Hydra. "A small one."