Moonspear so how could we ever know for sure

Hydra listened to all of the interests of Corinna, none of which aligned with her own. Stars she knew on principle; her father had taught her all about them, and she knew which constellations came with what season. Still, it wasn't something she actively shared. She liked the stars, given her fathers own affinity for them, but for naturalist reasons more than anything else. The stories could be nice, too, she supposed.

What's it used for? She asked, curious. Hydra felt it was useful to have rudimentary knowledge of herbs that healed, in case one ever found themselves in a situation where they were alone and in need of medical assistance. Starting a garden was a good idea—did Lyra have one? Probably, that brilliant sister of hers was quite savvy—and to answer the next inquiry, Hydra supplied her with the name she sought: Lyra. She's a healer, yes. Most of what she's learned she's learned through her own practice, it was fortune that favored the Ostrega trio in their trades, that much could not be denied. Lyra healed others without fail. But skill had been earned thanks to that fortune, which also, at this point, could not be denied—given her continued success.

Do you have interest in fighting? she asked next; she was always looking to train with others, when she could.