Spotted Eagle Mountain just over the horizon

Unable to stop himself, Bruges snorted lightly at Hydra's comment, and shook his head. "No imagination needed," He insisted, referencing the gift of beauty that all three sisters shared. He glanced to the other, then, wondering still if perhaps that was his Alya, playing coy- but she didn't seem to be holding back laughter, and instead, she seemed more focused on the conversation with regards to his information about Alya's whereabouts. 

Apparently, Hydra had not seen her sister since before he had seen her. He gazed off in the direction of the Vale and tried to remember the direction she'd gone afterwards, but he wasn't sure he could pinpoint it from this far away. They'd been laying on the ground together for some time, and that had thrown off his sense of direction. He shook his head silently, but refocused when the mention of danger came up. His ears flicked back. This wasn't good. 

Naturally, his first concern was for his own wellbeing; surely they didn't think he'd had something to do with Alya's disappearance...They were exactly the same size and shape as their sister, and surely they didn't expect someone as...Well, effeminate as him to be able to get rid of her without suffering a mark. "What makes you think that?" He asked, and he froze. "Is there...Is there someone you think who might've hurt her?" He asked. If there was, Bruges was no stranger to bravado, and he as much as anyone else would want to kick the stuffing out of someone who'd hurt a young, beautiful female, even though it was quite possibly well outside of his capabilities.