Moonspear I will keep you safe

Bath-time—Hydra decided, and Osiris moved to where his mother had motioned. 

Hydra’s offer came when Orisis was in mid-step, and he felt his gait sway as he nearly tripped over his own paws; excitement had consumed his quickly. ”Okay,” Osiris agreed without missing a beat, his words carved by a shy smile. Osiris stepped with more purpose now, his steps carefully-place, as he worked diligently to remove the distance that seperated them. 

Once Orisis sat where he had been instructed, and focused his gaze onto the underside of Hydra’s chin. ”Not much happened,” Orisis admitted; despite the danger, he wanted to range further than he was allowed. ”I did a lot of looking, though—I wanted to see if I could find you.” Purched upon a level platform, Osiris had observed the calamity-struck land from his lofty vantage point. ”I... couldn’t find you, though,” and he frowned, unable to shield his disappointment.