Moonspear who can blame him

The woman gave a huff of subdued laughter as Charon turned to face her, a peculiar look on his face. It was true that they rarely approached their parents without each other, but in this case, "It's divide and conquer today. It's Lyra's turn to spy on Jar and Vela, and Hydra's busy with... Drogon," Alya explained, not-so-accidentally giving away her own identity. "But I'm free. And I wanted to ask you about something," she went on, reaching his side and giving his cheek a nuzzle of deep affection.

She was a bit worried he wouldn't want to talk about it. It would suck, but she'd just have to ask her mother, in that case. But Alya was a lot like her father, and one of the things that made her feel better about the situation was openly disparaging the Redhawks. Perhaps this experience could be helpful for the both of them.

"Will you tell me about how all this Redhawk treachery began? When did you first realize they were assholes? How long has the pack been around?" she asked, blue eyes imploring. This information might not help her at this time, but she knew that it would be important one day - and Charon might not be there to tell her, then.