Snowforest Taiga wind shear

Pity rose up within her, but it did not overwhelm her compassion. Here was a man who fought for the ones he loved, who remained loyal and true even past the death of his friend, the burning of his home, the heavy mantle of leadership. She was reminded of her father, and more notably, of her sister, Hydra. They had the same steady steel in them - but she could see that Aditya was a ship with no ballast beam, a tower with no buttresses. Without and Alya or a Lyra to balance and support them, a Hydra was any other wolf.

"My leg may be weak, but I am still strong," she said, her voice gentle as she rolled to her belly and sidled a bit closer - enough that she could tuck her nose into the thick fur on the back of his neck for a heartbeat or two. "Unburden yourself. I have borne a great many things. Let me help you carry this."

Because, at the end of the day, an Alya without a Hydra was no wolf at all. And Aditya would never be her sister, but perhaps together, they could achieve something more than the lowiness of spirit that plagued them both.