Moonspear and she offers me sleep

Hydra was no empath, but could understand how and why Vela might feel the way she did. There was no changing the outcome of it all, now, and no taking the guilt away either. Vela was not at fault, and Hydra did not think that in the slightest. In fact, Hydra did not think her sister ought to have any regret at all—except, perhaps, for timing her return a day later than she ought to of. She was not in the wrong for seeing the world. 

She was a well-spoken woman, but did not know what to say. Hydra never had been any good with words when responding to sorrow, and she was no healer. For those that she cared for, though, she made the painful effort. If he were here now, she tried, what would you tell him? Perhaps it may be cathartic; who knew?