Spotted Eagle Mountain just over the horizon

Bruges smiled fondly at the way Hydra spoke of her sister. Naturally, he'd had a lot of doubts about getting too close to Alya, at first. There had been something so wild and unpredictable about her that had driven him insane with both want and fear, causing each sensation to maximize the other. His admiration for Alya, and his affection for her, likely showed on his face as he remembered the encounter, toying with the sensations in his memory before Hydra's voice brought him back to reality- and that reality was that Alya was missing. 

Bruges did not feel ashamed when Hydra pointed out that he'd been with another woman. He merely snorted softly and shook his head. As calm as a daisy on a breezeless day, he responded. "No. She meant nothing, and was absolutely nothing in comparison; low hanging fruit, if nothing else." After all, Fire had given in to temptation fairly easily...But then again, she hadn't exactly been sober, either. Alya had given him a run for his money, and had made him feel as though at any point, his life could be forfeit for it. Something about that little possibility of danger had appealed to him, and made him want her again. "What can I do to help?"